“Peter, what the fuck!”, Sarah spluttered, eyes wide with shock, after the man released her.“Why aren’t you picking my phone? And why have you changed your number?”, the bearded man with towering height, intimidating demeanor, sharp jawline and piercing grey eyes bore down on her.“What’s up? Why have you followed me to Phuket?”, Sarah counter questioned, not answering the man’s query.“Dr Torres is dying. He has cancer. Stage 3. He wants to meet you. He’s in Bangkok at present, but will be attending the Writer’s conference at Pattaya day after tomorrow. He is expecting you to make an appearance there and meet some top movie moghuls who have been pestering him to buy the rights of some of your writings”, Peter informed her.“Dr Torres has cancer? God!”, tears started dropping from Sarah’s eyes as her voice shook.“How long has he been unwell? Where is he getting treatment from? And why has he come to attend the conference if he is suffering?” Sarah asked rubbing her tears, smudging he
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