“What the f**k do you want!” came the angry voice on the other line.
Toot. Toot. Toot.
Neoma clenched her teeth as she was severed from calling Mang Leo’s number. She gripped her phone. It wasn’t her caretaker who picked up the call. It was the man who is eating at her dining room. The questions on her head came flooding. Who is that man? How did he get inside her beach house? And where was Mang Leo?
Thinking fast, she undressed herself, grabbed a beige shirt and a pair of black pants. She tucked her long dyed black hair into a bun. She took a deep breath and looked at her crutch. Her leg has not fully recovered yet, but she had to brave herself for the possibility of kicking, twisting and running. She can’t afford to pamper her injury anymore.
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