Crossroads

Chapter 132

Around seven in the evening, night began to fall.

It was a time that should have been quiet, but this area was unusually restless.

Under the dimsky, hurried figures moved about, shining bright flashlights and clutching color–printed photographs.

The photographs depicted a woman dressed in Chanel’s latest summer collection–a white high–collared blouse, a loose, light purple floral maxi dress, and black snakeskin flat shoes. She had a delicate face, and her long, wavy hair flowed smoothly down to her waist…

“Excuse me, have you seen this woman?”

“Any information you can provide will be rewarded…”

That evening. Avalon Lakes was unusually lively. A group of sturdy, unfamiliar men with serious expressions were asking around about a

woman.

The residents of the neighborhood were abuzz, seriously pondering the matter because word had spread that anyone who could find this woman would be handsomely rewarded with 200 thousand dollars- a life–changing sum

“Who is

is this woman?” Their curiosity was palpable.

Meanwhile, the woman in question, Stephanie, was hiding in an inconspicuous tile–roofed house deep within the area. Looking flustered, she was desperately trying to communicate with the elderly woman before her.

“I just happened to meet your grandson in the park and brought him back… There’s no need to cook for me; I need to leave… Do you have a phone?”

Difficult to understand her dialect, Stephanie had been gesturing with her hand near her ear to indicate she needed to make a call. “I need to call home. I’m afraid my family is looking for me…”

The elderly woman, likely around seventy years old, wore simple but clean clothes and smiled kindly, “You sit there for a while, dinner is almost ready.”

Stephanie felt like she was about to break down because she couldn’t communicate with this old lady.

Looking at the darkening sky outside, she felt anxiety grow. She kept repeating herself, hoping the woman would understand at least a little. “I need to make a phone call. Is there a phone here? A phone!”

“My grandson is very mischievous. I’ve been looking for him for a long time. Thank you for bringing him back…”

But the elderly woman continued to thank her. Suddenly, as if she remembered something, she turned excitedly towards the door, muttering to herself, “I’ll go catch a big rooster for you to take home.”

What?

only caught the words “big

sitting on a wooden chair in the small living room, her expression increasingly anxious and

“Miss.”

years old

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a bit silly and

the little boy by her feet, accepting the apple from him. “Thank you,” she

afternoon, she had been sulking in the park when suddenly, she heard the sound of a child crying. Out of curiosity,

direction of

under a dilapidated

and luckily found that he

child kept crying

good at comforting others. Even if it was a three–year–old child, she appeared

thought was to call the police and let them handle it, but the next moment, she angrily realized that her phone was still

Dominick’s car.

live nearby? Let me take you home.” She crouched down, looking him in

no one around and tired

with his

turns, they ended up here.

to leave but

h

“Here, take it home…”

ay to go…

even more uneasy. Before long, the elderly woman entered with a large rooster weighing

She was a bit dumbfounded, her hand not yet

take this living creature,

black sports cars quickly stormed into the outskirts of the old district, disturbing its

The bi

and the intense glare of headlights instantly illuminated the dark and desolate area as bright

the occupants. The large rooster, suddenly startled, flapped

cackle.

of robust, tall

“What… What do you

want?”

confronted the imposing group of men, rising

and commanding figure appeared at the

Dominick remained stoic and composed. His bodyguards cleared a path as he advanced toward her with measured

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to say something, but perhaps it was the blinding headlights outside