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Atticus's boisterous voice broke through, "Who is this?! You're cutting into my drinking time!" He sounded intoxicated and overly enthusiastic.
The background was noisy, then a woman's playful voice cthrough.
"Who is it, Atticus?" Hannah's face showed no emotion as she asked, "Where are you right now?" "The bar, obviously.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAnd who might you be? Checking up on me?" It was clear from his tone that Atticus didn't recognize Hannah's voice.
The woman laughed, adding, "Checking up on you? Is she your girlfriend, maybe? Hahaha.
" Laughter spread among the crowd, and Atticus scoffed, "Girlfriend? I don't even know who this is.
Hannah's response sliced through the clamor sharply.
"If you value your life, get out of that bar now!" Atticus's tipsiness seemed to fade somewhat as he recalled the recent island incident.
He had planned to drown his sorrows tonight, not anticipating a wake-up call from Hannah.
"You!" Atticus stared at his phone, shocked to see Hannah's ndisplayed.
"Miss Moore?!" His senses sharpened, and he quickly moved away from the crowd of women. "Hey, Atticus!" "ihat's happening? Why did you dash off?" Someone quipped, "Looks like his girlfriend really did check up on him.
Atticus escaped to the bar's restroom for squiet.
"Miss Moore, what do you mean by that?" "Just what it sounds like," Hannah responded icily.
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I think you might be next.
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For moment, there was a sudden silence on the other end of the line. The only sound audible was Atticus's short breath.
Atticus trembled uncontrollably with fear.
For over two decades, he had led a carefree existence, devoid of anyn Wiver such hartowing experiences.
While he had once whiled away his days in leisure, never engaging im wrongdoing, Atticus couldn't comprehend how he found himself in such a predicament.
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