{"id":825,"date":"2026-09-28T12:57:00","date_gmt":"2026-09-28T12:57:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/kampoengnews.com\/index.php\/chapter\/three-years-later-he-came-back-begging-157\/"},"modified":"2026-09-28T12:57:00","modified_gmt":"2026-09-28T12:57:00","slug":"three-years-later-he-came-back-begging-157","status":"publish","type":"chapter","link":"http:\/\/kampoengnews.com\/index.php\/chapter\/three-years-later-he-came-back-begging-157\/","title":{"rendered":"Chapter 157"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Chapter 157<br \/>\nThree Years Later, He Came Back Begging novel Chapter 157<\/p>\n<p>Bonnie tried to get lost in her work. With her phone notifications silent, she finally enjoyed a peaceful morning. But as soon as lunch rolled around and she sat down with Helen, the spam calls started flooding in again.<\/p>\n<p>First, there were sales calls from pretty much every kind of company you could think of\u2014private tutoring, banks offering loans, people pushing apartments, places trying to rent out offices. Then came a wave of calls from international numbers that didn\u2019t even look real.<\/p>\n<p>Bonnie barely touched her lunch, and Helen just pushed her food around, looking frustrated. They both searched online for a solution and managed to find a \u2018high-frequency spam call protection\u2019 feature through their phone provider\u2019s app. They switched on every filter and blocker they could, and finally, things got quieter. Only the occasional overseas number managed to slip through.<\/p>\n<p>Still, Bonnie felt like she was running on nerves all day.<\/p>\n<p>By the time work was over, she let out a shaky breath and rubbed at her temples, trying to shake off the tension. She got a message from Aiken. He was waiting in the parking lot and told her to come down.<\/p>\n<p>She put on her jacket, grabbed her bag, and headed for the elevator. Right as the doors closed, another call popped up\u2014not some crazy foreign number, but a local one. She stared at it, decided she wasn\u2019t in the mood, and ignored it.<\/p>\n<p>As soon as she stepped out on the ground floor, the phone rang again. This time she picked up. All the lunchtime calls had been from out of town, but this was different.<\/p>\n<p>A man\u2019s voice came through, talking fast. \u201cHey, they won\u2019t let delivery inside your building. I checked your order for 1208. The guard said I can\u2019t bring it up. I\u2019m just gonna leave it at the desk, okay? I\u2019m about to be late on my next delivery.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Bonnie could practically feel her headache pulsing. \u201cI\u2026 I didn\u2019t order anything,\u201d she said, sounding tired, even to herself.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cDon\u2019t know what to tell you. Maybe someone sent it to you. Anyway, I\u2019m leaving it with the doorman.\u201d He hung up before she could reply.<\/p>\n<p>Bonnie stood in the lobby, the warm air from the heaters somehow making her feel even colder.<\/p>\n<p>She wandered outside and spotted Aiken leaning against his car. She handed him her phone, but before he could say anything, the screen lit up with another call.<\/p>\n<p>Aiken tried to reassure her. \u201cWe\u2019re not going to let it go. It just might be tough if there\u2019s someone international involved. Your main job is to stay calm. Don\u2019t let it mess up your life.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>She nodded again, appreciating that he wasn\u2019t giving her empty promises.<\/p>\n<p>Aiken must have sensed she wasn\u2019t up for much talk, so they rode the rest of the way in silence\u2014or at least they tried to. Bonnie\u2019s phone rang over and over, dozens of delivery and package drivers saying the same thing. Couldn\u2019t get into the building, leaving stuff at the doorman.<\/p>\n<p>At first, she felt anxious, but soon it turned to simmering anger. Frankly, she was just trying to hold herself together. When they pulled up to her apartment, she got out and immediately saw a long table set up outside. There was food everywhere\u2014bags on top, boxes underneath, deliveries piling up. People were coming in and out, holding their noses and throwing her curious glances.<\/p>\n<p>Bonnie turned pale. Yesterday, there had been cockroaches crawling out of the garbage, and the memory still made her skin crawl. Now this. What was waiting for her today?<\/p>\n<p>Aiken put a comforting hand on her shoulder and walked her toward the entrance.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"template":"","class_list":["post-825","chapter","type-chapter","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/kampoengnews.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter\/825","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/kampoengnews.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/kampoengnews.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/chapter"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/kampoengnews.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=825"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}