Chapter 3

I hobbled to the police station and asked an officer to take me to the hospital.

I had my assistant bring me a new phone. The moment I inserted my old SIM card, a call came through.

"Scarlett! You finally picked up! What happened?" My fiancé sounded on the verge of tears.

I looked at my freshly bandaged foot, my eyes lowered. "Nothing serious, just twisted my ankle."

"What! Is it bad? Did you go to the hospital?" His words were urgent; he sounded like he wanted to teleport beside me.

"My plane had to turn back halfway because of…