Chapter 188
Infidelity: His Regret, My Revenge – A Twisted Love Story You Can't Ignore
Chapter 188 New York?
Why New York again!
What kind of magical place is this? Iâve heard about it several times in recent days, and now Iâve even heard it from Seraphina.
Also, A tall little dirt slope, flowers, grass, a pond, and a tiny wooden house. At first glance, it should be in a mountain, but on closer thought, the description didnât seem to match.
And... is Mart Geller from New York?
The documents were mailed to Seraphina by Sherry, Iâd always thought that boy was from Chicago. Wasnât it said he was a high school classmate of Rita?
I called Sherry.
Before I could speak, she said, âIâm on my way to your place, ten minutes.â
â...Okay.â
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< Chapter 188 It seemed she also knew something.
ç¾å°å¾é å¸ As promised, she arrived at my apartment in ten minutes.
Sherry got to the point. âI woke up early this morning and listened to the content of last nightâs recording. It gave me a big surprise. Seraphina is really good; she actually managed to get Rita drunk and extract some information.â
I handed her a glass of orange juice.âSeraphina also sent me a message early this morning.â
We put the recorded conversation and the text message together.
They matched.
Rita was dazed with drink, her words slurred and disjointed, when a voice suddenly cut through the haze: âWhereâs Matt Geller?â
It didnât sound like Seraphine- perhaps a servant.
What followed was a drunken ramble, equal parts whimsical and chilling:âHmm? Who?
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< Chapter 188 ç¾å°å¾é Matt Geller? Heh... good place... hid him in a good place... nice... pretty... tall little dirt slope, white clouds, poetry and distant horizons... flowers and grass... oh yes, and a tiny house, uh... would the pond water make him cold? Donât worry, nobodyâll find him...â
Seraphinaâs conclusion that it was in the mountains or countryside was correct, based on these fragments.
âSeraphina said he was in New York, but itâs not mentioned here,â I said.
Sherry explained, âThe documents I sent her contained Mattâs basic information. Heâs from New York. Rita transferred there in the second semester of her high school freshman year. She scarred some influential girlâs face here in Chicago, and to protect her, her family shipped her off to New York like contraband.â
I understood.âSo thatâs how it is.â
Sherry listened repeatedly to Ritaâs drunken ramblings.âA tall little dirt slope? Could mean foothills.â
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< Chapter 188 ç¾å°å¾é I shook my head. âMountain dwellers donât romanticize little slopes. This smells like constructed sceneryâmaybe a villaâs artificial hill?â
We hit an impasse.
Sherry, concrete jungle born and bred. Myself, childhood summers in a fishing village where cliffs met salt spray. Neither knew this pastoral limbo.
After thinking for a while, I said,âPerhaps we should go to Mattâs friends. He was so excellent, and heâs been missing for so many years. Surely someone must miss him.â
At my suggestion, Sherry snapped her fingers.âThere was a girl! She dropped out after Mattâs disappearance. Rumored to be...
close to him. If we find this girl, she might tell us something.â
I agreed. âSince theyâre both from New York, sheâll definitely understand what Rita meant by those words better than we do.â
âTomorrow is Saturday. Letâs go there.â
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< Chapter 188 âTomorrow?â
ç¾å°å¾é å¸ âWhat? You have to work on the weekend?â
âNo. Fine. Tomorrow it is.â
My attitude became firm again.
I straightened the napkin under my teacup. Even if they hold hands at New Yorkâs love locks bridge, this matters more. I have a missing person to resurrect.