In the apartment.
After Victoria Gibson drove Chad Yakov away, she lay alone on the bed and couldn't fall asleep.
Outside the window, the sky quickly brightened.
"Buzz buzz..." The cell phone suddenly rang, and she hesitated for a moment before reaching for it.
It was a call from Freddy Nelson.
What happened? Why was he calling her so early?
Victoria was curious, and her hand quickly answered the call, "Morning."
"Where are you?" Freddy's voice carried a hint of tension.
"At home." Victoria hesitated for a moment, then quickly replied.
"Who are you with?" Freddy asked again, back-to-back questions that felt off.
He never asked about Victoria's private life; such a breach of boundaries immediately made her frown.
"Freddy..."
"Answer my question first, it's important!" Freddy asked again.
Victoria knew he wouldn't ask such questions without a reason. She frowned but answered truthfully, "I'm home alone. What's going on?"
