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Chapter 17: Busted
Amanda took her beige handbag from the coat hanger, hanging it on her sleek shoulder, striding off her room, while checking a text from Luke on her mobile. She heard her family drama as usual, her mother screaming her lungs off to defend her dear son while Mr. Davenport scolding both of them.
She heard her mother’s shriek voice explaining how her little son can’t even lay a finger on anyone while she tapped on her mobile, replying to his boss, “Yeah, I’m coming,” whistling through her way to the front door.
What she didn’t notice was Owen sitting in the middle of their family drama, which was a rare scene for her. She paced through the steps quickly to escape the scene, without them noticing, when a coarse male voice came piercing her eardrums, “Amanda!”
Her feet paused automatically on the last step of the stair the moment she heard him. A shudder ran down to her feet, making them stiff to even move an inch. Her fingers
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