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    Shelly’s lip curled in disgust. She wants a payout? Fine. Let’s y.


    Over the next few days, Heidi kept calling—pushing, demanding updates. Shelly, irritated but careful, kept her tone sweet and cooperative.


    “It’s been three days,” Heidi snapped in one call. “When are you sending the money?”


    “I’ve scraped together three million so far,” Shelly said smoothly, inspecting her nails while she spoke. “Don’t worry, you’ll get it soon.”


    There was a pause. “Fine. Send me the three million first,” Heidi finally said.


    Shelly tilted her head. “Why so impatient? Can’t you wait a few more days?”


    That triggered something. “I don’t have a few more days!” Heidi shouted. “I need to leave! If I stay any longer, I’ll be caught. Just transfer it!”


    Shelly immediately agreed, her tonepliant.


    The second she hung up, she rolled her eyes.


    Leave? No way.


    She picked up her phone again—this time to call the police. Calmly, she reported Heidi’s n to flee and gave them everything they’d need to catch her. Then, without skipping a beat, she wired the three million.


    Sure enough, after that, Heidi went quiet. No calls. No threats. Just silence. Shelly felt relieved. The cops were handling it. Heidi would be behind bars in no time, and this whole mess would be over.


    She barely gave it another thought. Heidi wasn’t someone worth losing sleep over, anyway.


    Until, dayster, her phone rang—and Heidi’s name lit up the screen.


    Her heart skipped. Shelly answered cautiously, and a crazed voice burst through the line.


    “Shelly! You traitor! You went to the cops!”


    Shelly’s jaw clenched. She dropped the act. “How are you even calling me? Didn’t they say you were arrested?”


    Heidi’sughter echoed through the speaker—wild, unhinged. “Shocked, aren’t you? They didn’t have enough evidence. They had to let me go!”


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    Theugh dragged on far too long. It sent chills down Shelly’s spine.


    Then Heidi’s tone shifted—ice-cold and lethal. “Shelly… I’ming for you. You’re not getting away with this.”


    The line went dead.


    Shelly sat frozen, the phone still pressed to her ear. Heidi wasn’t bluffing.


    That night, right at midnight, Shelly’s phone rang. Still half-asleep, she groggily answered, “Hello? Who is this?”


    A cold, eerieugh echoed from the other end, sending chills down her spine.


    Her hands trembling, she pulled the phone away and nced at the screen. Heidi. Oddly, a flicker of relief passed through her. At least it wasn’t someplete stranger—just a familiar lunatic.


    “Heidi, what are you doing calling me in the middle of the night?”


    Heidi’s voice cut through the line, sharp and shrill, like ss scraping metal. “Why did you do this to me?”


    Shelly didn’t respond. Her heart was pounding. She simply hung up.


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