Chapter 201. A Threat to Her

Calla slipped out of the bathroom. White robe neatly tied around her waist. She let her damp hair dangle from each side of her shoulders, tiny beads of water dripping from the curls, falling onto the ground.

She glanced at the large clock on the way and sighed. It's a few minutes past seven in the evening and Rico isn't back yet. 

She just had dinner with Sophia and was back in her room. Donna Marta, as usual, had dinner in her room.

Calla's hand came up to wipe off water that trailed down her cheeks. She glanced at her phone that sat on the bedside table. 

The content of those messages still stayed fresh and haunting in her mind. How was he able to message her? She had changed her number months ago.

She sighed and sat on the dresser, phone in her hand. She kept glancing over the words of t