Be Your Lover Forever (Alicia) novel Chapter 1671

Waverly was shocked with her heart pounding wildly. Out of fear, she turned off the phone. With a shift of her dazed gaze, only then did she remember that what she had heard was the recording playback rather than eavesdropping in real-time. Her restless heart gradually calmed down a little. With a nervous swallow of her saliva, her eyebrows followed by furrowing into a frown.

Was he back for the chip he didn't even know existed or not?

Who was that man? What exactly was Franklin's weakness that was within his hands? Else, why did it seem as though Franklin was being pointed in the nose and berated?

Wyatt had mentioned that it was related to drugs. It was a crime. How could he be involved with such a person?

Having thought of thousands of possibilities, Waverly had not expected his resurrection to not just be for the sake of feelings!

Waverly could not help but mock herself with a sarcastic scoff.

How could he be back for their relationship? If he had the slightest bit of feelings for her, he probably would not come looking for her again! How could the incident have anything to do with her?

The key was that what was it they were talking about? She didn't know anything at all!

Waverly knocked on her head, feeling like a white rabbit that was trapped in the deep forest. She was surrounded by wolves, tigers, and leopards, yet she wore a blank face. Knocking on her head, she murmured to herself.

"At this point, are you still in the mood to care about others? You are so unlucky. You'd better put your mind into thinking about how you can free yourself from this mess."

Her head throbbed...

How many of those around her were coming for that item? Was there anyone else she could trust left? Would she become the first wronged ghost for no reason?

Getting deeper in thought, the more wronged she felt. With her lips pursed in anger, Waverly had an impulse to hop around in anger. When would all of it end?

She racked her brains out, but she couldn't come up with a solution. When a gush of chilly wind brushed past her shoulders, Waverly shivered before grabbing the leash of the dog and trotting into the house.

She wondered if there were any eyes in the dark locking their hungry gazes on her.

If her father and brother were around, they would definitely help her out!

When the thought flashed through her mind, Waverly was homesick all of a sudden. On the way back, her lonely shadow was reflected on the streets. By the time the bedroom door closed, she sobbed, feeling the urge to burst into tears.

When she returned to the computer, she opened the audio files and listened to them. The more she listened, the more flustered she grew. "What's going on?"

Why did they say that the item was with her? Yet, she didn't have it!

Wyatt was looking for the item. According to his words, the Four Great Masters of Casterwich City were all searching for it. As far as she knew, Trevor was associated with it. More than once, others had attempted to kill him. Although she was not sure what purpose the other party had in mind, obviously there were at least two groups of men on the hunt for the item, or perhaps were watching her!

As if there was a massive stone pressing on her heart, Waverly felt out of breath. She got to her feet, bit her nails, and paced around, turning in circles in the room. It seemed that the item was of ultimate importance!

Wouldn't it mean that she was doomed?

The thought increased her irritation. In the end, she had no idea how, but she heard a sudden long bang. When Waverly came to her senses, she saw the floor was in a mess. She did not know when the objects on the table had been swept to the ground by her!

"Alas..."

With a howl in anguish, she bent over to start cleaning up. As she went on cleaning the room, the more uncomfortable she felt staring at the items and arrangement of the room, so started a round of arranging, dusting, and discarding. It was more than an hour later when she finally stopped. Beads of sweat began to form on her forehead, but her heart felt more at ease. Holding the little bits and pieces in her arms, she carried her bag and settled down on the couch to sort the things out.

Humming was heard.

As she hummed a tune, she changed her pen refills and tore the small notebook she carried with her before inserting the notebook into her bag one by one and placing it neatly. From the inside to the outside, she tidied her purse, all kinds of cards, and pocket money. Everything was neatly systemized. When she picked up the key, she habitually fiddled with the flurry ball keychain before proceeding to polish her nails with a nail clipper. Shaking the keychain once more, she stuffed the keys into the bag before reaching out to grab it back. In the direction of the light, her sight fell on a black pendant behind the pink-purple flurry ball keychain. In a photo frame pendant was a smaller version of her photo printed through the phone.

The frame...?

Fidgeting the keys, Waverly frowned.