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?

caught the

sitting on a wooden chair

“Miss.”

three years old

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a bit silly and

boy by her feet, accepting the apple from

afternoon, she had been sulking in the park when suddenly, she heard

direction of

child under a dilapidated slide

cautiously approached him and luckily found that he was

mommy…” The child kept crying for his

Even if it was

thought was to call the police and let them handle it, but

Dominick’s car.

Let me take you home.”

was no one around

tightly with his chubby

turns, they ended up here. Undoubtedly,

but didn’t know

darker, making h ten pounds

“Here, take it home…”

ay to go…

elderly woman entered with a

her hand not yet reaching. suddenly,

out to take

black sports cars quickly stormed into the outskirts of the

The bi

intense glare of headlights instantly illuminated the

house, a wave of panic swept through the occupants. The large rooster, suddenly startled, flapped its wings and let out an

cackle.

tears. The elderly woman appeared fearful and overwhelmed as a group of robust, tall strangers barged into her modest home, holding the child into her arms. She

“What… What do you

want?”

group

and commanding

composed. His bodyguards cleared a

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blinding headlights outside or the suddenness of the confrontation