Chapter 938

Chapter 938:

He couldn’t go back. He wouldn’t. So he walked. Out of the neighborhood. Away from them.

No phone. No wallet. Just flimsy slippers on feet already numb.

Then, as Kevin trudged forward, an idea sparked.

He could contact Fernanda’s friends at the studio.

If anyone could help find her, it was them.

Hope flickered in his chest. He spun on his heel and sprinted back toward the house. He needed his phone.

A low rumble cut through the night. Headlights flared, blinding him.

He raised an arm to shield his eyes.

The car slowed. Then, to his surprise, it pulled up beside him.

The window rolled down, and Kevin’s breath hitched.

“Mr. Reed?”

Cristian raised an eyebrow. “What are you doing out here dressed like that?” His tone was casual.

He didn’t know Kevin well, but Fernanda cared about her little brother.

That was reason enough to ask.

“Is Fernanda home?” he added.

Kevin’s panic surged back. He lurched toward the window, gripping the edge. “Mr. Reed, please—you have to help me! Fernanda’s been taken!”

Cristian’s expression darkened. “What did you just say? Taken by who?”

g𝒶𝗅𝑛𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀.𝒸0𝗺; 𝗙𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝗼𝗿c 𝗰𝗵𝗮b𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀

“I don’t know who he is, but my parents called him Mr. Griffin. He took Fernanda—just like that!”

Cristian’s jaw tightened. Without a word, he jerked his head toward the car. “Get in.”

Kevin didn’t hesitate. He yanked the door open and slid into the passenger seat.

Cristian dialed Fernanda’s number.

The phone rang, each second stretching unbearably. His grip tightened. There was no time to question how or why this had happened. They just had to get her back.

Nothing else mattered—she had to be safe.

After a few rings, a quiet voice came through. “Cristian?”

Fernanda sounded normal. Cristian exhaled, relief flooding through him. His whole body sagged. He sank into the seat, his palm slick with sweat.

“Where are you?” His voice came out raw.

Kevin couldn’t catch the words, but he saw Cristian nod. “Alright. I’m on my way.”

Cristian’s face was tight with tension. A thought flickered through Kevin’s mind—was he Fernanda’s boyfriend?

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