Chapter 22
Author: Stherie Night
last update2025-10-23 16:59:10

Tyson had just closed the taxi door, his body leaning back against the cracked leather seat. He gave the driver the address in a flat tone, eyes fixed on the city lights reflected across the window.

The driver gave a brief nod, switched on the meter, and started the car at a lazy pace.

The air inside the taxi was stuffy. Tyson glanced at his watch, as if searching for something else to think about, anything to distract him from what had just happened with Scarlett. But before his thoughts could wander too far, his phone buzzed in his jacket pocket.

The name on the screen made him pause.

Anna.

His jaw tightened. After everything that happened a few days ago, the shouting, the accusations, and the long silence that followed, he hadn’t expected her to call again.

He considered letting it ring out, but somehow, his thumb still moved to press the green button.

“Anna?” His voice was quiet, almost cold.

But it wasn’t her voice that answered.

“Uh, hey? You’re Anna’s friend, right?” a man’s v
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