The Queen They Buried

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Bowen’s ride wasn’t too flashy-just a Benz-but in a place like this ghetto, a Benz was enough to turn heads.

Aubree got in first, so to get out, she’d either have to walk along the busy street or ask Bowen to move over.

As she hesitated, ready to speak, Bowen pushed the door open and got out of the car.

“Thanks, Mr. Turner,” Aubree said, ready to leave.

“Phone.”

“Huh?” Aubree looked at him, puzzled.

“Didn’t we say we’d exchange contact info?” Bowen chuckled.

Aubree quickly handed over her phone. Bowen didn’t hold back, not only saving his number but also adding her on WhatsApp.

After getting her phone back, Aubree dashed into the internet cafe.

The bodyguard acting as the driver asked, “Sir, back to Forith Bay or Ellis Heights?”

Bowen got bit longer.”

back in the car, replying, “Park in a corner where we can see the cafe’s entrance. The view here is nice. Let’s stay a

bodyguard was stunned. ‘Nice view? That

the indescribable smell that permeated the air. Every few steps, their foot would land in an unidentified

two bodyguards were communicating silently through exchanged

worried about the girl being taken away late

really into her?’ the other replied with

Turner

from the Wilson

two fell

of the car, was unaware of how his subordinates were gossiping about him. His window, a cloud passing over

dump, not suitable

gaze fixed out the

her safety was enough; he believed she’d sort out her

Aubree entered the cafe, she caught everyone’s attention. Regulars here pretty much

usual station, logged

for matches hadn’t passed yet, so she could still squeeze in a

Chapter 9

seemed lucky; the

muttered as he saw Aubree log in. When he noticed her peak score was ridiculously high,

he couldn’t help

a glance,

see how badass this little

then, the

leaderboard, one couldn’t see teammates or opponents’ IDs, but Aubree’s gaze locked onto the opposing jungler.

was just