Chapter 533

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Raegan rejected the suggestion. "No, thanks. "I've already called to take me."

Stefan nodded his head. "OK. “I will stay with you until your transport arrives.”

Raegan thought it was a good idea. After the recent fight, she didn't like the idea of ​​waiting alone.

However, as time passed, their transportation was still nowhere in sight. Raegan realized that her phone's screen was cracked beyond repair, and when she tried to turn it on, all she got was a blank screen.

He used Stefan's phone to call the driver. The driver clarified that a misunderstanding caused by a lack of telephone communication had taken him to a different place. He had tried to contact Raegan, but since her phone wasn't working, he began to worry.

Raegan asked where the driver was and found that he was quite far away.

Seeing Raegan's growing concern, Stefan gestured to her. "I'll take you."

Realizing she couldn't wait any longer, Raegan nodded. Then, he called the driver and told him the new pick-up location, instructing him to return the punctured car.

Raegan took the black bag out of the car and turned to Stefan.

"I'm sorry to bother you."

Stefan laughed softly, saying, "I'm done for today."

On the road, Raegan gave Stefan an address. Driving on a deserted road, she asked him to stop. "It won't take long," he assured Stefan.

Nicole's advice to keep things a secret lingered in Raegan's mind. Therefore, he didn't tell Stefan exactly what he was going to do, despite their closeness.

Stefan didn't question her. He simply offered him his backup phone number.

"Let me know if you need help."

Raegan responded with a nod of thanks.

Raegan turned down a side street, guided by Nicole's directions to a red brick building hidden at the end of the alley. Its hidden location surprised her as it got closer.

When Raegan reached the entrance, the sound of a child crying came from inside.

Raegan hurried inside to find a burly man dragging a child across the floor, a cigarette dangling from his mouth and a wicked smile on his face. "Pay or this child will be sold," he threatened.

A woman dressed in yellow holds the sobbing girl. «Please, they can't take him. "He's sick," he pleaded.

The man does not flinch. «Your son has ruined my watermelons. Ten thousand dollars doesn't even cover the damage. "They were imported."

«It wasn't his intention! Their watermelons were on the sidewalk.

He barely touched them. Besides, he's just a child and he couldn't have crushed them," the woman protested.

«So what are you implying? Do you think I'm trying to deceive you?

Despite suspecting the man's scam, the woman hesitated to reply.

Being a single mother made her feel vulnerable, aware of the danger she and her son were in.

Falling to his knees with a desperate look, he clenched his hands. "At all. It's just that I don't have as much money with me now. Please give me some time.

«So, do you think playing the helpless victim will work? Waiting for a hero to save the day? Do you think I'm easy to fool?

Suddenly, full of anger, the man kicked the woman hard, causing blood to flow from her mouth. Despite the pain, she held on to her son with all her strength.

The man had broken into the woman's house, destroying everything in his search for money, but found nothing. "You've got it hidden somewhere!" he shouted, kicking the woman two more fiercely. "Do you think you can play with me?"

Raegan's eyes widened as she saw the boy's face. That child seemed strangely familiar to him, as if he had met him before. But the screams of the woman and the child brought her back to harsh reality.

Grabbing a shovel from the porch, Raegan charged at the man and hit him hard in the head.

The man fell to the ground, his skull bleeding. "Who the hell did that?" he shouted.

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