I was getting more terrified. Who did I contact? Why did he know my name?
I could still faintly hear a voice shouting my name from that number. The screen was still lit, and it was still connected. However, I didn't dare to take my phone back. My eyes were focused forward instead.
"Ms. Delia, are you okay?" Deni asked worriedly. His face also looked serious, concerned about me. The car could no longer move. Four motorcycles were deliberately blocking us in front.
I was silent, unable to respond. I curled up, holding myself in fear. The sound of banging on the car window echoed loudly, making the atmosphere even more tense. The banging was deafening.
"Ma'am, I will go out to face them. Please lock the door as soon as I get out," Deni said. He looked calm, but his hand holding the door h
