"I don't care what methods you use, but I don’t want to see her in LA again!"
Mary forcefully hung up the phone, her eyes filled with disgust.
She hadn’t planned to make things so ugly. After all, even raising a dog for years would create some attachment. But some people were like a stubborn adhesive—no matter how hard you tried to shake them off, they just wouldn’t go!
Thinking about this, Mary suddenly seemed to remember something. She took out her phone and sent a message…
That night, in ClearWater Alley, Amelia was locking her car when the sky had already turned dark.
Normally, she wouldn't have paid attention to the streetlights, which flickered on and off.
But as soon as she entered the alley, she noticed several figures trailing behind her.
With her black bag slung over her
