Mr. Donovan's hand, resting on the doorknob, froze in midair. Everyone else spun around to look.
"What is it?"
"Something's not right. We have so many people guarding the neighborhood. They're supposed to call over the slightest disturbance. But these people are already at our front door..." And there wasn't a single peep from outside.
The moment Arabella spoke, everyone broke out in goosebumps.
The bodyguards assigned to their close protection immediately grabbed their phones, trying to call their colleagues outside, but found they couldn't get through at all.
At the same time, the "Kerr mother and son" waiting outside seemed to sense something was amiss inside and began shouting loudly again.
Listening to the shouting, the people inside—whether it was a psychological effect or not—felt an inexplicable chill, a hair-raising sense of dread. This feeling intensified, especially when the people outside started pounding on the door.
"What should we do? Did the calls go through?"
