owlsbooks Chapter 135: Encounter
Chapter 135: Encounter
Chapter 135: EncounterThey were in a small yacht, looking at the waters. Spade had a grim expression, and he seemed to be already at his boiling point with each minute that passed by.
He still wanted to be positive after his initial panic subsided—or, it should not be said, calmed down—but he could finally think rationally at least. So, while he was looking at the sea, he already sent some people to look around the island.
Spade knew there was also a possibility that when Arren finally realized that he had wandered too far from the shore, he would swim back, and he might have ended up in another part of the island.
He was
"He’s on the island," he said, and he looked into Levin’s eyes, observing him from his oppressive gaze, before he ordered, "Make them retreat."
There was no use looking around in the sea; the work was for those searching for Arren on the island. Spade averted his eyes and returned to his front, looking at the sky.
It was destined to be a sleepless night. He sighed inwardly.
And while Spade was looking for him and was already planning to talk to him about his tendency to be too carefree, Arren was sitting on the stone bench, looking pitiful at the corner.
Arren already cursed himself too many times for being an idiot, but it wasn’t like wallowing in his suffering could help him in his situation. He had long thought of seeking someone out and repeated how he could use his charms to hoodwink some people.
However, his face was just a walking billboard. Who knew if someone recognized him and got a photo of him, then posted it on social media with the caption, ’The future empress was spotted hoodwinking for money on the street’.
Just thinking about it, he could already know it was another black history that would give him a social death. That was his biggest problem; all his ideas seemed not to be feasible at all.
He needed money. Everything could become simple after that. Perhaps he could use the towel to mask himself? But would anyone report him for being suspicious? Yeah, that was definitely possible.
Still, he had to try. He stood in his position. His clothes had now become dry, and the white towel was draped over his head. Arren wasn’t too conspicuous, as he still acted casual and like a tourist, so no one was paying attention to him.
His eyes roamed around, and he observed the people in his way. In fact, he didn’t even have a place in mind. In any case, he was used to not having any plans and going with the flow. Arren soon became comfortable, and no one would even notice he was there to find any victims—well, he meant a new friend to talk to and treat him to some soda.
It was already somehow noisy, but it wasn’t too crowded at all, and the people were scattered. Arren had a hunch that the tourists went to the center, where the first-class restaurants and bars were located.
As he was walking casually and simply looking around, he suddenly caught a glimpse of someone as he froze and looked for a few seconds to confirm before he sat at one of the outdoor tables of a restaurant. It was also a little awkward as someone was also occupying it and eating.
He only smiled at the elderly man, who seemed to be an omega, before he lowered his head; his mind had become active.
Fuck! It was Curt! He was here! Arren had an impression of his face as he was part of the secret investigation team; Curt’s face was no secret to him, and he saw it in one of the files and made sure he was familiar with that face. The person’s hair might have been dyed blond, but it was no different for him.
Arren couldn’t believe that he would encounter the cockroach in this place. For some reason, he didn’t know if he was lucky or extremely unlucky.