Sweet Subterfuge by Trina Duo

Chapter 32

Larissa contemplated for a very long time before finally summoning the courage to call Travis.

Yet, despite having made several calls in a row, Travis never answered.

At night, when Larissa returned home after work, she was stopped by someone at the entrance of Foxtail Garden.

The sky was getting dark, and the figure stood against the light. All Larissa could make out was a skinny figure, her arms outstretched.

It seemed to be a woman.

Before she could cause any accidents, Larissa slammed on the brakes.

Her car stopped about ten feet away from the figure.

Larissa was stunned for about two seconds before she felt her heart rate slow to a normal pace.

When she’d recovered from her shock and looked back to where the figure was standing earlier, there was only dust dancing under the dim, yellowish light. Where had the figure gone?

Larissa was questioning if what she had seen was nothing but a hallucination when she heard the sound of someone trying to pull her car door open at the passenger’s side. And when whoever it was realized that they couldn’t pry open her door, they started knocking on her window frantically.

door!” The woman shouted from the

urgent and sharp. Her pitch was so high that her

discern the woman’s features. Instead, the hazy reflection on the glass showed a dark silhouette

faced with something like this in the middle of the night, she couldn’t help but feel

you?” She wrapped her arms around herself and asked,

woman ignored her question and kept on shouting, “Open the door! Open the

not open the door.

even dare to roll down her car window as she tried to turn her car keys, her

to move again slowly. Taking into consideration the person who was just outside her car, she stepped on the

woman followed her closely, her palms repeatedly hitting Larissa’s car window two

the door! Open the door!”

the devil’s chants in

tried to not

she had finally reached the entrance, the guard did not raise the barricade

no choice but to

at the driver’s side halfway, just enough for her to make eye contact with the security guard in the guardhouse.

shot her an apologetic look as he explained, “That woman beside your car is not a resident of Foxtail Garden. She tried to force her way in, and we called the police after we failed to reason with her. Don’t worry, the police are on their

majority of Foxtail Garden’s residents hailed from upper–class or elite backgrounds and were high society figures, the security in that area was especially tight. Outsiders who wished to enter either had

and knew no

in.