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Chapter 17
"GD? WHAT’S WITH the sirens?” Margaret repeated herself.
The noises from the other side still felt overwhelming but GD tried to get some words out, “Hard to explain. Come here ASAP.” He used a simpler and briefer response.
With panic rightfully swelling from her just-awoken self, she got dressed as fast as she can. When she remembered she can’t sprint from her place to the mansion, she tried to call Charles, who didn’t answer.
Margaret swiftly descended her stairs to try and call VV, when he was already a few lamp posts away; scurrying. The sound of the decade-old limousine roared past the morning people while the two of them hurry to where they were asked to go.
“Did you know what happened?” Margaret asked, heart throbbing.
“Charles just called me to get you as fast as I can.”
Why didn’t he answer my call, then? She tried to make a smaller issue in her mind as she can’t
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