Meanwhile, Roseline's car rolled to a stop on a narrow street in the Crossroad locality.
Her sharp eyes scanned the surroundings through the tinted window, but beneath that composed gaze flickered a hint of unease. She drew in a slow breath before stepping out.
The air was heavy with dust and the faint scent of rust. Her nose wrinkled in distaste as she took in the cracked pavements, the faded signboards, and the rows of cramped, neglected buildings.
"So this is the place…" she muttered under her breath, her tone laced with irritation. "How am I supposed to find where he lives? This neighborhood looks like it's been forgotten by civilization."
For a moment, disgust flickered in her expression. But then, she remembered Collin's threat — the warning that still echoed in her mind — and her disdain gave way to grim resolve.
Her jaw tightened. No matter how low I have to stoop, this ends today.
