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Hi there! You have reached Hope La Renta, I'm sorry I couldn't pick up your call– I'm probably busy with. . Stuff or maybe I've been kidnapped? Either way, I'd probably call you back . . Kidding, If I want to. Leave a message after the tooot!  ❞



Tony sighed as he rubbed his face with his hands, completely stressed out in his laboratory. He had been calling Hope for hours already but even though it's her off–day, that doesn't mean she couldn't pick up the kid's calls she's supposed to babysit.



❝ Come on . . ❞ He groaned, drinking another shot of whiskey– he looked at the fair view before him.



Silence came by when FRIDAY's voice crept in,  ❝ Sir, this has been sent by Ms. Natasha Romanoff. She said it is of important and highly suggests you watch it now, ❞



Concerned that it might be Hope's lifeline, he then ordered FRIDAY to open the files. Various news crashed his senses as before him were his face and when he was in accident. Admist of those, one of it was a video, tapping on air— the video played of which had shown the very familiar road he had lost his hope in.



When his car bumped the trunk of the tree, the car whom swerved his stopped and two people came out just below a lightpost– meters away from him. One man and one woman, they were walking towards the trunk where Tony was, though the guy must have said something that the couple looked back and rushed their way towards the car.

Tony was furious when he realized he had been found yet none of them tried to call the ambulance, but he couldn't be more mad when he stopped the video and squinted his eyes– realization overflowing his senses.

The girl of which he liked,

The girl of which he trusted.

The girl of which he calls his hope,

Was desperate to get out of the scene and who was it?









Hope La Renta with her Fiancé, Alexander Williams.

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