Chapter 128 Collaboration
Just as I was about to press Leonard for more details on his investigation, his phone started buzzing incessantly.
Clearly annoyed, he glanced at his phone, and his expression soured.
"Eva, this is all your fault!" he grumbled, shoving the phone toward me. I stared at the screen in disbelief—it was a string of messages from Alisa.
"Leonard, I'm back at the hotel, and it's so scary here alone."
"There's no one in the hallways. I don't even dare to leave my room."
"I only brought this one nightgown with me. Do you know where I can buy pajamas?"
The audacity of her texts was unbelievable. And the attached photo left nothing to the imagination—a practically see-through silk nightgown with little to hide.
I remembered her from fourth or fifth grade when she'd dressed like a tacky knockoff version of Cinderella. How on earth did she end up like this?
The phone rang again. Alisa was calling now, hoping Leonard would answer. With an exasperated sigh, Leonard tossed the phone at me.
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