Chapter 69: Real Fear

Sira entered her room and locked the door tightly. Even the balcony connected to her room was locked. The fear of the taxi driver made Sira tremble even more. Suddenly, she had a feeling that the person living next to her was the taxi driver who had been following her all this time.

"What should I do? Or maybe I call Damin. But what if he's busy," Sira said, curling up at the end of the bed. Her blanket clinging to her body, she was in a state of confusion.

"Roy? Is it possible for me to ask that man for help," muttered Sira who looked doubtful. Actually, Sira did not want to have a close relationship with Roy. She didn't have any feelings for that man. Sira was just afraid that Roy would consider her a giver of false hope.

Roy was sitting in the living room of Sira's apartment, reading a book when his cell phone vibrated. On the screen, Sira's name appeared. He immediately answered the call in a tone full of worry.

"Sira? What's wrong?"

On the other end of the line, there was a panic