She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 703:

“Can’t you do it?” Ellis’s tone was teasing, almost boyish.

Freya hesitated a beat, then nodded. “I can do it.”

“I’ll call him first. Wait half an hour before you plant it,” Ellis instructed. When Ellis decided to prank someone, no one ever escaped.

Freya couldn’t help but feel a twinge of guilt for Ellis’s friend.

Out of all the reckless things he could’ve done, he just had to go and pick a fight with Ellis. What on earth was he thinking?

Ellis didn’t bother dodging Freya. Right there in the study, he pulled up his contacts and dialed the paragliding instructor without a second thought.

The call connected, and Ethan’s unhinged laughter came blaring through the speaker, along with his smug, self-satisfied voice. “Yo! How about that little tune I left you? Catchy, huh?”

Ellis switched the call to speaker mode. “Feeling proud of yourself?”

“You tell me! Take me out for a fancy meal and say you’re sorry. Admit you messed up, and maybe I’ll have someone fix your phone for you. Otherwise, that thing’s toast.”

Ellis didn’t say a word. He simply waited, letting Ethan finish strutting around like a peacock.

He knew some people only learned when they were teetering on the edge of disaster.noveldrama

“Oh, and FYI? Resetting or flashing the phone won’t do squat. Virus is here to stay.” Ethan just kept bragging.

In that deluded head of his, Ellis had probably yanked out the SIM card and was calling using another phone.

It never even crossed Ethan’s mind that Ellis had someone on his side who could solve his problem.

Ellis asked, “Where are you right now?”

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“North Avenue. Why, coming to beat me up?” Ethan sounded positively giddy. “Too bad for you—I’m heading out soon. No way you’re catching me.”

“Mm.” Ellis ended the call.

He did a quick calculation, then told Freya, “Set it to trigger at six. And besides what he just said, add another line: ‘Too bad. You can’t catch me. Hahaha.'”

“That’s the paragliding instructor from earlier, right?” Freya thought the voice rang a bell.

Ellis nodded. “Yeah.”

“You told me you’d only met him a few days before I did.” Freya shot him a look, calling him out without hesitation.

Ellis answered smoothly, “Let’s just say I never wanted to meet him at all.”

Freya was at a loss for words.

From their earlier exchange, it was pretty clear. They weren’t just old friends. They were childhood buddies, practically joined at the hip.

“So the message is, ‘Mom, come and give me a good punch. Too bad. You can’t catch me. Hahaha,’ right?” Freya confirmed while prepping the update.

“Yeah.” Ellis added, “And make it sound just as irritating as he does.”

Freya’s fingers flitted over the keyboard like a pianist in concert. In no time, she’d embedded the virus into Ethan’s phone, set to launch right at six.

Once done, Ellis messaged the group chat to confirm that he was free tomorrow night.

That evening at six sharp, Ethan was seated at the dinner table with his folks. Just as he lifted his fork, his phone began to buzz.

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