The room across the street in 702 was Carmen's home.
Apart from that, there was also 701. Calvin had dropped by often enough to know exactly who lived there. She was a stunning beauty who happened to be Carmen's classmate. Her name was Felicia Fuller.
A bold idea crossed his mind.
Calvin swallowed hard.
Baldy, with his rifle and his calm yet intimidating demeanor, looked just like a professional hitman from the movies.
Calvin's eyes darted around, and he seemed to have thought of something. His whole body quivered with excitement.
He carefully edged closer, trying to cozy up with Baldy. "Hey, big guy. Maybe I can help you…"
All day, Felicia had not been near the windows.
She was still fuming over how shameless Maurice had been. The frustration was so intense that she'd considered teaching him a lesson, though that would mean hurting herself in the process.
After thinking it over, she decided it wasn't worth it.
Felicia stretched and was getting ready for a shower. As she walked past the windows, she tightened the gap between the curtains.
When the lights were on at night, her floor-to-ceiling windows didn't offer much privacy.
She was particular about these things. Even during the day, she'd close the sheer curtains. They let in light but still gave her a sense of security from prying eyes.
This time, she glanced outside out of habit. The buildings in this old, cramped neighborhood were built closely together. At a glance, nearly every apartment had its lights on.
In this field of light, only one room was different.
That unit was dark, but with the dim light spilling over from other floors, she could make out a figure standing motionless behind the curtains.
Felicia frowned.
She knew that pervert Calvin lived across the street. Apparently, he still hadn't given up and continued to pester Carmen.
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