When the Dead Still Call novel Chapter 366

**Broken by Destiny by George Orwell**
**Chapter 366: We’re Good**

Amelia was so revolted that she felt the bile rising in her throat, threatening to spill over.

Desperate for relief, she cranked up the volume on her phone, hoping that the thumping bass and catchy lyrics would drown out the cacophony emanating from the neighboring rooms.

What kind of people lived in this place? The couple to her left had finally ceased their bed’s incessant creaking, only for the couple on her right to leap into action.

It was a relentless back-and-forth, their moans and squeaks more synchronized than a chorus of summer frogs croaking under the moonlight.

As soon as one pair reached their climax, the other pair would pick up right where they left off.

It was an endless cycle!

Amelia felt a scream bubbling up inside her, a primal expression of her mounting frustration.

Who could possibly drift off to sleep amidst such a raucous display of passion?

At that moment, her phone screen lit up, cutting through her irritation like a beacon in the dark.

It was Jeremy calling.

Without a second thought, she answered, a sense of urgency washing over her.

“Where are you?” he demanded, his voice taut with worry, as if he had been trying to reach her for ages and was met with nothing but silence.

“Uh, I’m in a small town. Kinda remote,” she replied, her voice wavering slightly.

“I figured as much. Which part of the town?”

He seemed to instinctively know she had ended up in that desolate area.

The moment Anderson had informed him that hitmen were after her, Jeremy had bolted, his mind racing with concern.

Navigating the treacherous roads was a nightmare, and the signal was practically nonexistent.

Even advanced tracking technology was struggling to locate her.

“I’m at—”

Before she could finish her sentence, the couple next door erupted into another frenzy of noise. They had barely paused for a moment before the bed began its relentless squeaking again, accompanied by heavy, labored breathing.

Anyone within earshot would jump to conclusions. It was impossible not to.

A moment ago, she had been unbothered by the sounds, but now, with Jeremy on the line, her cheeks flamed with embarrassment.

Her face felt like it was on fire, and even her ears burned with heat.

**Chapter 366: We’re Good**

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She attempted to muffle the phone against her ear, but the couple next door seemed oblivious to the world around them, their volume escalating with each passing moment.

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