My Dangerous Boy's

Part 89 - A Message From Unknown Number

No! He sent that message.

And, he couldn't remove it anymore...

Shella hung up her phone, then picked up her cushion and just hid her whole face into it. He grimaced in anger as he rolled his body here and there.

Geez...

Actually, a while ago when Zavier took her into the apartment earlier, her mouth was already feeling very itchy to immediately ask something. He was very sure if the man was not a man in general. Her mysterious aura continued to radiate powerfully whenever Shella was nearby.

And, of course, the question has been constantly ringing in his mind nonstop ever since he met Zavier.

Who is that guy really?

Even Zavier sometimes looks like that guy. Indeed, Shella had tried several times to get rid of his illogical thoughts, but he still could not and his efforts did not produce results. Why would Zavier look almost the same as the man who killed his sister?

Shella then turned her gaze out the window and continued to ponder. His blue eyes stared at the deserted street in front of his house. However, he smiled again when he recalled the incident.

Why also the quiet streets in front of his house must be exactly the same as the streets in New York City? Even some of the trees around his hometown street were almost the same as when he was in Los Angeles.

Oh my god!

Shella spontaneously kneels her temple. His nightmare, why should he think about it every time he was near Zavier or when he was thinking about the man?

Until now, that was the biggest question mark in his mind. Could it be that Zavier and his dead sister had a mysterious relationship? Ughhhh...

According to him, Zaviera is a very fancy name and a beautiful word that was given to his sister. Well, long ago, when his sister was alive, he often referred to her as small Zaviera or little cute Zaviera.

It must be admitted if William or his daddy is the one who is good at giving the name to his sister. I don't know where the guy found that really cool name.

But, in retrospect, Shella began to feel that the name Zaviera might have been taken from the name Zavier. It is undeniable that he often feels that way.

Maybe it was just an unexpected coincidence. Zavier and Zaviera, although both names sound almost the same if heard by Shella's ears. Only the last letter is the difference in the name. Zavier is for men, Zaviera is for women.

And, for Zavier... Remembering it only made Shella again sigh heavily. He folded his legs on the bed with both eyes constantly looking at the outside environment through his window. His blue eyes moved around, sweeping his entire gaze against the deserted street.

Before long, Shella caught something through the corner of her eye. He blinked for a moment, making the plump fur wobble with his movements, before the girl suddenly realized that there was a mysterious person who kept observing her nonstop.

He turned his gaze toward the figure hiding behind the tree, then squinted his eyes involuntarily. The blue eyes looked curiously at the person, who inexplicably blurred when the figure realized that Shella was looking at him.

His forehead wrinkled strangely, before he shook his head many times. The girl finally let out a long groan, then propped up her chin using both of her tiny hands.

Strange figure, her inner.

But, wait as if remembering something, Shella spontaneously widened her eyes. He stuttered as he just realized that the person looked very familiar to him.

Apparently, the first time it was not his imagination, because the figure looks exactly the same as the figure who was watching him when he was out of the house to go to meet Aron at that time.

Shella frowned again, because as she remembered, she had never experienced this incident during her stay in Los Angeles. This felt very strange, and it seemed like the mysterious person had just followed him recently.

But, who?

Coinciding with that, his phone suddenly clinked once, signaling that there was someone who had just sent him a message. The wrinkle on his forehead instantly disappeared when one hand grabbed the phone that was lying just like that on the mattress.

His fingers opened the screen of his phone and rubbed it until it displayed a code pin. And, as usual, Shella typed the number code quickly, before opening the message.

The anxiety inside him was replaced by curiosity when he saw the message. Shella fused her eyebrows together, thinking that Zavier was the one who replied to her message, but it wasn't.

Meet me in an empty house a few meters from your house. And, if you find someone who's wearing a black shirt and black shorts, then you've found me. Hurry along!

- From Unknown Number -