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Lost in Lust.

Fiona's POV

My hands trembled as I dialed the number again, clasping my palms over my mouth and mumbling words I couldn't understand. For the fifth time, I pressed the dial button, praying that someone would pick up. Fortunately, someone did.

"Hey, Davis. Are you okay? Are you there?" I cried, watching the taxi driver hand me a tissue.

"So you know how to cry?" His weak voice echoed in my ears, and I felt a bit of relief.

"Why did Mister do that? Don't tell me you wanted to sell us out for money."

"I'm in pain right now after consuming poison. Mister is crazy. Can't believe he did that just to shut me up. Thank God he did; otherwise, you would have been in big trouble."

"You jerk!"

He laughed over the phone, then let out a painful moan. "You're back."

"I have a meeting right now. Lie low," I whispered, hanging up the call.

We arrived at the Brooks House, and I got out, handing the driver a note. "Thanks for the tissue," I said, wiping the tears from my face.

Davis was not a close frie
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