Julia Bluen was wealthy enough, but Rachel didn't want to accept her help, insisting on being self-reliant. Even when he helped her, she always thought about paying him back.
There wasn't any sound from the eighth floor. Could she really be in her rented apartment?
A woman holding a child about two years old walked towards the Emerald Garden Building. She was a resident there and, upon reaching the main entrance, took out a set of keys to unlock the door.
This was exactly the opportunity Hansen Ruiz had been waiting for.
He exited the car, swift yet composed. He'd moved so quickly he worried people in the nearby shops might mistake him for a robber.
"Ma'am, please wait! I need to go in too," Hansen Ruiz called out hurriedly with a warm smile as the woman opened the door. Before she could fully turn her head in bewilderment, he had already slipped inside. He smiled gently at her again, saying, "My girlfriend lives here too. I'm here to find her; she's on the eighth floor."
