Be Your Lover Forever (Alicia)

The mountain was cold at night. Even if the doors and windows were closed, it was still very cold. Trevor lit up the firewood then picked up the phone again.

"Sorry, the number you dialed is unavailable. Please dial again later..."

Holding the phone tightly, Trevor couldn't help but frown. "It's weird. What's taking her so long?"

The fire burned on, and the barbecue on one side made a sizzling sound as the wind howled outside the window. The two kinds of sounds collided, like beautiful music. Looking at the dancing fire, he felt warmer. "Feels like home. Vicky, you're the only one missing!"

Trevor lost himself in a trance for an unknown period of time. It was only then that he realized that something had knocked him awake. When he came to his senses, he saw that the meat skewers by his side were already charred black and that the air was filled with the smell of meat. He quickly flipped them over and removed the black char from the outer skin. There was also some seasoning and a layer of oil and sauce. He looked at his phone and had a taste.

It tasted good!

He was afraid to bake the sweet potatoes for her, so he took care of the two sweet potatoes. He turned them over again and searched, "Do you put oil on the sweet potatoes?"

"Don't roast for half a day, it'll be burnt in the end!"

Suddenly he was confused, and then he earnestly looked at Google.

After eating some meat skewers and looking at the dim light of the fire, Trevor, who had been tired for a day, began to snore.

Time passed by. When he opened his eyes again, he was awakened by a burnt smell. "It's burnt, it's burnt, my sweet potato!"

He touched it anxiously and scalded himself.

Then he put on the gloves and picked up the tongs with one hand. "Is it soft? It's okay, it's not that bad!"

When he thought of something, Trevor quickly checked his cell phone. "It's past 10 o'clock? Why hasn't she called? Is there something wrong with her phone?"

He dialed Victoria's number again, but he still couldn't get through. Trevor suddenly jumped up.

"What's going on?"

"She hasn't come yet. Could something have happened?"

Afterward, he called Rainie, Victoria's work assistant. "She's gone? When did she leave? How long has she been gone?"

As soon as he asked, the assistant asked back.

"Didn't Miss Atlas say that she had a date with you? She should have left long ago. Isn't she with you?"

"Hey, I just thought of something. When we got off work, I saw that Miss Atlas' car was still parked at the door. I was confused, but it was past nine o'clock at that time. I thought maybe she left in another car..."

Trevor whispered and became anxious. "Did she leave or not? Are you not sure?"

Her phone was unreachable and the car was still there. Where was she? Did she disappear into thin air? Did something really happen? No, no, no, if she was kidnapped or robbed, he had made so many phone calls. Whether it was for temporary peace or money, it was impossible that there were no replies or extortion messages!

"We were a little busy in the evening, so I didn't pay attention to it! Miss Atlas also had an important customer, but the customer left very early. I also saw her leave because she was on a call, and we didn't say goodbye to her. Then I didn't see Miss Atlas after that! Could it be that she's locked in the store?"

"Miss McGowan, do you have the key? Can you go back? I'll be right there!" Her phone was busy the whole time, which was obviously abnormal!

"All right!"

After hanging up the phone, Trevor grabbed the car key. Just as he moved, he suddenly shivered. "Achoo!"

He rubbed his itching nose and remembered something. He turned back to grab a roasted sweet potato and wrapped it in a glove. Then he killed the fire and quickly went down the mountain.

She didn't know how long she had slept. When Victoria woke up, it was dark in front of her, and she still felt dizzy. "What happened? Where is this place?"

She propped up her aching and soft body and rubbed it for a moment. Victoria's mind flashed. "The warehouse?"

No way!

With another touch, she found her phone on the ground. She pressed it for a long time, only to be met with a black screen. "D*mn it! It's dead!"

With the familiar memory, she groped around for the switch to go to the other side. She pressed it for a long time, but it was still dark.

She could not help but sigh and sighed.

"Is the power out?"

D*mn it, it must have been past work hours!

She had a general idea. Fortunately, she had the habit of putting a flashlight in her drawer. Very quickly, she lit up the entire room. Even though it was muddled, her memories began to recover.

She walked around the different aisles, but she suddenly couldn't remember where she came from! What was going on? Why did she suddenly faint?

Where was the customer? Didn't she see her leave on her own?

Her mind was a mess, but she subconsciously walked toward the door. As soon as she tried to pull the door open, she was stunned. "Can't open? Is the door locked from the outside?" D*mn it! Could it be that someone had deliberately set her up?

The thought of confusion passed through her mind. She touched her pocket and turned back to look for the key again. "Where is the key? Am I thinking too much?"

Then she turned the door with the

key and pushed it hard, but it didn't open. She was wondering if she was actually locked in the room by

someone. She used the tone!

her body in addition to a stool and the door was opened. She looked down and found that there was a shelf from the warehouse pressed against the door.

Feeling extremely unlucky, she lifted the shelf and locked the door. Victoria went back to the office to take her bag, but he didn't have time to charge her phone. She knew that there was an lock outside the front door and it could not be opened from the inside. After ten o'clock, the door would be locked. There was no way out. Victoria could only find a small window in the bathroom and tried her best to climb out. But there was a high wall outside the window. She managed to climb to one side, half-lying on it. Victoria was stunned.

What about those rows of building trash cans? How come there was none left?

Without a trash can to cushion her fall, wouldn't she be crippled if she jumped down? Her legs couldn't use force, but there was a narrow alley down there, and there wasn't even a shadow of a person. Besides, at this time, she didn't even dare to shout. If she attracted some bad guys, wouldn't she be in a dilemma?

Suddenly, he received an inexplicable message. Anthony rushed over in a car. "Help, D&Vic"

When he got out of the car, he found that the whole gate was drowned in darkness. "Is there no one here? Is the door locked? What's going on?"

Help?

D&Vic was Victoria's studio and brand name. Who would play such an exaggerated prank?