Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

Millie was escorted out in broad daylight, panic written all over her face. Her first thought was whether her escapades abroad had been unearthed.

Yet, facing the shocked and questioning gazes around her, she managed a smile and said with composure, "Must be some mix-up, I guess? I'll go see what's up." Her three roommates exchanged bewildered looks, ultimately watching helplessly as she was led away.

"What's going on? I'm freaking out here..."

"Something's not right, huh?"

"What do we do now? Should we call her folks?"

"Do you have her parents' number?"

The roommate shook her head.

Then, it hit her. There was this time when Murray had dropped Millie off at the dorm, and he'd handed them his business card, which should have his number.

With that thought, she dashed back to the dorm, rummaged for the card, and dialed the number.

and was about to leave work

and only a select few had this number. Despite not recognizing the caller ID, he

Millie's roommate. Some cops came and took her from school just now! I'm worried something's up, can you check on her at the station?" Murray frowned,

car door open. Slipping into the backseat, he instructed, "To the police station, please." Why would the cops take

to

darkened as he found his assistant's contact: "Millie's been taken to the station. Dig up what

...

it turned out just as the veteran cop predicted: the incident happened abroad,

she could leave. That's when she

a tall figure, phone in hand idly flipping

you came

stare, her smile awkwardly hanging, making her look like a clown. Murray straightened up and approached her. "Was that mess in the Maldives your

reached for his hand, fear evident. "Babe, it's not what you think, let me explain-" Murray coldly

called just

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