Chapter 91

Half a minute later, Zach pulled up another number. "Do me a favor."

After giving out his orders, Zach gave Madelyn one last call.

He only heard the cold, robotic notification from the phone. "The number you have dialed is no longer in service."

At three o'clock in the morning, a series of knocks rang out on Madelyn's door. "Open up! I'm home, open up!"

Madelyn covered her ears and stare at the dark ceiling above.

She had lost count the number of times Rogan had harassed her in the middle of the night.

There was also the time he had stolen her clothes and underwear as well, and she had found them in the trash can downstairs the next day.

She had originally thought she could live here in peace, but if this continued, she felt like she would go crazy sooner or later.

Rogan was the local hoodlum and was the son of Mrs. Paul who lived next door.

Madelyn did not open the door and after a good while, he finally left.

The cacophony by her ear blissfully faded away.

That night, Made