Be Your Lover Forever (Alicia)

Chapter 1671

Waverly was shocked with her heart pounding wildly. Out of fear, she turned off the phone. With a shift of her dazed gaze, only then did she remember that what she had heard was the recording playback rather than eavesdropping in real-time. Her restless heart gradually calmed down a little. With a nervous swallow of her saliva, her eyebrows followed by furrowing into a frown.

Was he back for the chip he didn't even know existed or not?

Who was that man? What exactly was Franklin's weakness that was within his hands? Else, why did it seem as though Franklin was being pointed in the nose and berated?

Wyatt had mentioned that it was related to drugs. It was a crime. How could he be involved with such a person?

Having thought of thousands of possibilities, Waverly had not expected his resurrection to not just be for the sake of feelings!

Waverly could not help but mock herself with a sarcastic scoff.

How could he be back for their relationship? If he had the slightest bit of feelings for her, he probably would not come looking for her again! How could the incident have anything to do with her?

The key was that what was it they were talking about? She didn't know anything at all!

Waverly knocked on her head, feeling like a white rabbit that was trapped in the deep forest. She was surrounded by wolves, tigers, and leopards, yet she wore a blank face. Knocking on her head, she murmured to herself.

"At this point, are you still in the mood to care about others? You are so unlucky. You'd better put your mind into thinking about how you can free yourself from this mess."

Her head throbbed...

How many of those around her were coming for that item? Was there anyone else she could trust left? Would she become the first wronged ghost for no reason?

Getting deeper in thought, the more wronged she felt. With her lips pursed in anger, Waverly had an impulse to hop around in anger. When would all of it end?

She racked her brains out, but she couldn't come up with a solution. When a gush of chilly wind brushed past her shoulders, Waverly shivered before grabbing the leash of the dog and trotting into the house.

She wondered if there were any eyes in the dark locking their hungry gazes on her.

If her father and brother were around, they would definitely help her out!

When the thought flashed through her mind, Waverly was homesick all of a sudden. On the way back, her lonely shadow was reflected on the streets. By the time the bedroom door closed, she sobbed, feeling the urge to burst into tears.

When she returned to the computer, she opened the audio files and listened to them. The more she listened, the more flustered she grew. "What's going on?"

item was with her? Yet,

than once, others had attempted to kill him. Although she was not sure

stone pressing on her heart, Waverly felt out of breath. She got to her feet, bit her nails, and paced around, turning in circles in the room.

it mean that she

her irritation. In the end, she had no idea how, but she heard a sudden long bang. When Waverly came to her senses, she saw the floor was in a mess.

"Alas..."

over to start cleaning up. As she went on cleaning the room, the more uncomfortable she felt staring at the items and arrangement of the room, so started a round of arranging, dusting, and discarding. It was more than an hour later when she finally stopped. Beads

Humming was heard.

picked up the key, she habitually fiddled with the flurry ball

The frame...?

the keys, Waverly

bound with a flurry ball. In addition to a girl's affection for such tiny stuff, more importantly, it was easier for her to find the key. The flurry ball was large but easy to compress since

bunch of home keys, there were two tiny bells and a pendant attached to the photo frame. Since the robbery at Violet Castle Villa, she had never gone back. She had separated the keys into another bunch. Although she carried it with her, she had never touched it for some time. After taking a closer

she made a purchase, and many luxury goods and special items were a gift from others she had an impression of the people giving her the items, even if it was vague. It was the same for the two tiny bells attached to her phone, which she remembered were

would be worn

she would often need to replace them. She loved new accessories, so she had never rejected any gifted to her,

The pendant, however...

on? Why didn't she have any impression? She couldn't remember where she had bought it or who

fiddled with it, Waverly looked around and

doesn't look like a

The workmanship was ordinary!

was not considered special. It was a black gold buckle, neutral for both males and females. On one side was a photo frame while the other was a hollowed flattened steel ball fastened to a rough leather rope. It was short but was an accessory that could not be worn on the wrist. It was a simple pendant. After turning it over to size it up several times, Waverly was puzzled. Her hands rubbed the flattened ball near the leather cord. All of a sudden, a faint uneven sense attacked the nerves of her fingertips. With a pause, her eyes focused on the spot. Again and again,

though!"

tied in a fancy knot. It couldn't be pulled, rendering

it her illusion? Was it the knot of the

and adjusting her mood, Waverly fumbled back and forth with her fingertips. The obvious protruding sense came once more, stimulating her

there something in

she found that there was an obvious sticking mark on the side of the leather. Prying up a corner of the leather, she turned to face it to the light, only to see a glimpse of silver light

Was it... a chip?

crack, she was so frightened that she dropped tweezers on the table.

real?

breaking out in a cold sweat. Had she found the item

up tweezers again. Waverly carefully pried open the leather cord, to which a