“I’ll figure something out.
But first, you need to track down Andrew.
”
“andrew has just returned to Ansport.
How can I track him down?”
Asher’s desperation was palpable.
Abigail bit her lip, resentment bubbling up inside her.
Damn it! If only she had verified everythingst night, this mess could have been avoided.
She had overestimated herself.
Asher continued to pile on the me, his words sharp and relentless.
Finally, fed up with his usations, Abigail hung up the phone.
Her phone rang again.
Irritated, she assumed it was Asher calling back.
But to her surprise, it was an unfamiliar number.
Half-expecting it to be Andrew, she answered quickly.
“Are you free tonight? One thousand dors for a night,” a man’s voice drawled on the other end.
Abigail’s face darkened as the realization hit her-this wasn’t Andrew.
It was another man who asked her out, assuming she was that kind of woman.
Furious, she mmed the phone down, her anger boiling over.
But her phone rang again.
Frustrated, she answered again, only to hear the same lewd proposition.
Without hesitation, she hung up, her patience wearing thin.
Her phone rang again, and this time, it was from a different number.
She also noticed a flood of friend requests, each one apanied by the same degrading question.
Her head throbbed with anger and disbelief.
She wasn’t a prostitute!
Damn it! Someone had exposed her phone number, stering it on some shady website.
Abigail was pissed off!novelbin
Several days passed peacefully.
At the Johns family’s home.
It was rare for Waylon to be home for a few days, so he seized the chance to spend time with Madisyn.
If not for the fear of revealing Madisyn’s identity at thepany, Waylon would have apanied Madisyn to the office every day.
Unfortunately, a few dayster, Waylon had to leave once more.
Before he departed, he handed a few concert tickets to Madisyn.