The Trap

The atmosphere of the apartment room was empty and cold. However, the scent of tobacco perfume filled the room.

Richie was still standing and looking at himself in front of the mirror that only hung on the wall beside the chest-sized nightstand.

His facial expression seemed hesitant as he put on his non-formal blazer. Inside, her head seemed filled with questions she could not answer.

"Sharlynn, what are you doing?" he muttered. However.

The ringing sound of her mobile phone, which was not far from where she was standing, precisely located on the right side of the nightstand, the bright flat object flickered its screen.

The identity of the person he was about to meet appeared on it, though it disgusted him even more.

Richie ignored it; he didn't want to hear that woman's voice that looked more like a donkey's.

However, the voice came back and was more extended. Richie was forced to grab the thing that almost ruined his mood, trying to ignore the discomfort around him.

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