The next night, Irma drove into San Diego’s toll station.
San Diego is the immediate city of LA and the only way to go south from LA.
Irma was a little tired. She had planned to go to the toll booth and found a place to sleep. But just after turning, she saw a large truck approaching her quickly.
She screamed in horror and turned the steering wheel desperately, but the truck slammed into her as if she came to her deliberately!
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!”
Irma felt that she took a hard hit on her head, and then the center of gravity went down, as the car hit the road heavily.
And that big truck CRASHED into Irma’s car again like a robot…
“BOOOOM!!!!!!”
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The next day, in the largest wedding shop in LA, Una took Frederic’s arm and chose the wedding dress in content.
“Frederic, you BASTARD!” Just then, Bruce rushed out angrily, grabbed Frederic’s collar, and roared at him, “IRMA? WHERE is Irma? WHERE the HELL do you hide her??!!!”
Irma?
Frederic sneered, vigorously ripped Bruce off and said, “We are DIVORCED. How the hell do I know where she is?”
“You BASTARD! Irma has been missing for THREE days. I’m worried that she had an ACCIDENT. Frederic, I know you have the skills. PLEASE!! You GOTTA find her…”
“Psychopath.” Frederic froze for a moment, but still waved his hand to let the security guard pull Bruce out.
But the more he thought about it, the more he felt there must be something wrong…
“Honey, am I beautiful?” Una stood in front of him in a beautiful wedding dress, but he pushed Una away and ran out of the shop quickly.
Is Irma really in trouble?
He walked forward at a loss, and he was restless, but he didn’t know where to find Irma.
He quickly took out his phone and found out that number he hadn’t been in contact with in a long time and dialed it, but the line was busy.
“Irma, where are you?”
He was annoyed. It was Irma who used to ask him where he was, but this time, it seemed that she really left.
She left in one piece with nothing left behind, which scared him…
He never thought that this woman named Irma would suddenly disappear.
Just then, his cell phone rang, and when he saw Irma’s name, he answered the phone eagerly, “Irma, what the FUCK are you doing? Do you SERIOUSLY want to bind with me in this way!”
At that moment, he admitted that he was panic, and he really wanted to hear Irma’s pitiful voice calling him “Frederic”.
A strange male voice came over the phone, “Do you know Irma? Because she only has this number on her phone. You are the only one that we can turn to.”
“Sure yeah, I am her ex-husband.” Frederic said quickly.
“Then please come to the San Diego Police Station. Miss Irma had a car accident last night. The body has been found. Please come over and confirm…”
WHAT??????
Frederic froze over, and the phone hit the ground heavily with a ‘snap”.