"Master Sebastian, I just saw her too. I'll follow her right now, this time I'm confident I can catch up to her," Kingston said over the phone.
Sebastian glanced at Sabrina.
"What's wrong, Sebastian?” Sabrina asked.
He shook his head and hung up the phone. "Nothing.”
At that moment, seated in the car, Kingston stared at the homeless woman unblinkingly. She looked like a beggar, her clothes torn and dirty, her hair matted together into a clump with dirt. Her long hair covered her face, so Kingston could see nothing but only her eyes. Her eyes were strained on the clubhouse. Her level of concentration made Kingston feel like she might barge inside at any moment.
While she was fully concentrated on the clubhouse, Kingston opened the car door and hurtled toward her. Unexpectedly, her reflexes were well-honed. She had noticed him leaving his car and before he reached her, she turned and ran. She ran recklessly, straight into the busy roads and ignoring the oncoming traffic. Fortunately, she wasn't knocked down. Kingston didn't dare to chase her any further. The homeless woman's identity was important, so he couldn't allow anything to happen to her. If she got hurt, Kingston would plunge the knife into his chest himself to pay for his mistakes, even if Master Sebastian didn't kill
him.
When the light turned green, Kingston walked across the road and came to the overhead bridge. Kingston scanned his eyes carefully through every nook and cranny but he didn't see her anywhere. Where could she have gone to?
The traffic light remained red for no more than 30 seconds, and even from afar, Kingston could tell she wasn't young anymore. But how could she hide away s o quickly every single time? No matter how hard he thought, he couldn't find a solution to his queries.
Helplessly, he stood underneath the overhead bridge and shouted into the empty air. "If you're nearby, I would like to tell you, Ms. Scott is doing great. She's Mrs. Ford now. Master Sebastian is incredibly nice to her, and they have a daughter together.”
Kingston studied his surroundings again. After a good few minutes, Kingston said again, "I hope you can hear me, they're living a good life. Don't worry."
Then he left. He didn't harbor any hope. He felt like he was just talking to himself. 1
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