Becky woke up the next morning with fear in her chest. Missed calls. Unknown numbers. One voice note. It was Blessing. “Becky… please help me.” Days passed. Blessing never came home. Precious reported her missing. Police arrived. “Please follow us.” That’s when Becky realized — the money in her account wasn’t profit. It was evidence. Under questioning, she broke.
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