No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 838

Whether Fanny would make it back or not was anyone's guess, but all I could do was wait for Conrad to hand over the ring to the police and hope they'd catch the bad guys soon.

Waiting was the worst part, each minute felt like an eternity, especially since I was more or less stuck here, unable to leave.

Conrad hadn't come back either. Yolande told me that Allen stopped him when he was leaving, and I worried that Allen might have found the ring and taken it.

To make matters worse, Allen had vanished too, cutting off all communication signals here, leaving me completely isolated from the outside world.

I tried to leave a few times, but the security system blocked me every time. Thankfully, Yolande was here to keep me company. She seemed to be taking it all

in stride, always suggesting we put on face masks or whip up something delicious

to eat. After tasting the candies Conrad brought over, she even joked about making her own batch.

"You should open a snack shop. You can eat to your heart's content, and whatever's left over, you can sell," I teased her, trying to make light of the situation.

"Great idea! When I do open it, you'll be my lifetime free VVIP member," Yolande said, gesturing with her fingers.

I chuckled, "Just two V's? I want three V's, the ultimate supreme."

"Three V's means you're the boss. You get to eat first, and only then can others have some," Yolande played along with my banter.

I spent weeks like this, anxious and on edge, with no news whatsoever. I couldn't sit still anymore and kept trying to call Conrad, but he was unreachable.

"Why don't you try to get out? You're part of the Clark family, maybe the system will recognize you," I suggested to Yolande, out of sheer desperation, as we approached the door.

I was mostly joking, knowing that if Allen had locked us in, he wouldn't make it easy for anyone to bypass the security.

stepped up,

moment, I was fuming, cursing under my breath at

at all. It became clear she knew all along that the

were friends, but now I'm not so sure," I vented my frustration

never tried the lock.

I could do, but

with Yolande, quickly called a cab, and left as fast as

the taxi, dialed

dialed Fanny's number,

it to be unreachable.

ết

it

my

are you?

a voice replied,

hopeful, "Mr. Anderson,

made my

of where she was lingered on my

ask.

er, you'll see her soon. I'll

words were

gentle pat on

back.

feeling rose within me, overwhelming