Fristy Davis had come up with a temporary emergency plan, but in reality, she hadn't arranged anything. How could she dare tell anyone about this?
After she finished, a mocking laugh came from the phone: "Well, not bad..."
Soon after, the phone went dead.
Fristy Davis held the phone, "Hello, hello..."
She quickly dialed again, but she could no longer get through.
Fristy Davis was scared. In just a short moment, a layer of cold sweat broke out on her back. What did the other party mean? Would they help or not? Or... were they really planning to take action against her?
Fristy Davis paced back and forth in the bedroom. She didn't want to die. She still wanted to continue living and enjoy all the riches and luxury.
No, she had to think of a way.
