The Playboy’s Downfall novel Chapter 30

ON their way home, while buckling her seatbelt, Isla’s phone rang. She then picked it up inside her bag and her forehead knitted when it was an unknown number.

Nonetheless, she still answered it. She looked at Becca, who just came in because she went to the restroom, and said “hello.”

“Text me if Becca is already asleep,” said the voice, and the caller ended the call.

“Who’s that?” Becca asked as she started the engine of her car.

“Apollo,” she simply replied.

“What did he say?”

She heaved a deep sigh. “That I will call him when we get home,” she lied.

Becca just nodded.

She looked outside the window and her grip on her phone tightened. Why does her heart thump fast?

“Something’s wrong?” Becca asked and she only shook her head.

“Don’t mind about what I said. People knew and fear my cousin which I don’t know why. Well, sort of.”

She looked at her. “Huh?”

Becca let out a soft chuckle. “Zero used to be a gangster when he was in high school and college. Also, he was known widely when he was into underground fighting. But now, he’s into fucking. Still, he’s popular,” Becca explained and laughed.

“Oh. I see. I’ve read about those but I’m not bothered about what happened earlier. Zero’s name is a big help,” she uttered.

Becca nodded and after that, they went to a restaurant and ordered some food for their dinner. They have to buy their food because they don’t cook that much. Isla only knows basic recipes like scrambled egg, and sunny side up—those typical breakfast things. So as Becca.

When they got home, they eat their dinner and went to their respective rooms to spend their privacy. They both have television inside their rooms so they don’t need to stay in the living room. Not unless, they decided to have their popcorn night and stay on Netflix for hours or if they will watch Drama series.

Isla keep on sighing while she was staring at the ceiling. She glanced at her digital clock on top of the table beside her bed and it was still eight. She needs to wait 2 more hours.

She knew Becca and that friend of hers usually sleep between 9 and 10 in the evening. Sometimes, eleven. Like that.

To: Zero

Wait for my text.

She tapped the send button and waited for his reply after thirty minutes. Yeah, that long.

He just replied… ‘K.’

Great!