Go After My Ex-wife novel Chapter 1134

Zorion finally compromised, deciding to listen to Rossie's advice, and changed into something more low profile. He put on a pair of jeans, a T-shirt, and a casual jacket.

After he got dressed, Rossie looked at Zorion with a small grin, and her expression was a little melancholic.

"What? Is this not alright?" Although Zorion was experienced and knowledgeable, he really had no idea how to dress like the average Joe.

Rossie shook her head and replied, "That's unfair. People like you will look posh in whatever you wear."

Zorion frowned slightly. "Are you complimenting me?"

"I guess so." Rossie had been busy all morning and was a little anxious. "You ought to bring some cash along with you. We might stay overnight and have to bring some food as well. Is it possible to get us a second-hand car, something ranging around 100, 000 dollars? Once we have everything, then we'll leave."

"A second-hand car?" That was basically a foreign concept to him, so Zorion stared at her in surprise.

"You're going after a kidnapper, yet you want to pull up in something flashy? Do you think the kidnappers are dumb?" Rossie sighed matter-of-factly, with her tone straightforward and frank. After that, Zorion immediately ordered his men. Soon, everything was ready. At three o'clock in the afternoon, they departed from the Atkinson family mansion.

As soon as Rossie got in the car, she said, "You'll have to ask your men to leave. Don't make them follow us either."

Zorion drove while Rossie stared intently at the map. It was as if she was looking for something.

As per her instructions, Zorion called up his subordinates and dismissed them all.

Of course, this also included Santiago.

At that time, Santiago had just returned to the car and was taking a sip of water. Suddenly, he received a call from Zorion.

"You have to leave. I'll have to do this on my own. I'll come up with a solution." Zorion glanced at Rossie, who was sitting next to him. As he talked, he continued on towards the desNorahtion in his beat-up car.

After Santiago ended the call, he proceeded to take a nap in his car. It was already dark by the time he woke up, and he decided to head home only then.

At that time, Zorion had already arrived at Waverly Village.

Rossie and Zorion had spent the entire day searching but to no avail. They quickly pulled into a hotel, got down the car, and went to look for dinner.

Zorion barely spoke along the way, doing what Rossie suggested. He had no idea why he trusted her so much. However, he had been searching for a week and yet there was no news. It would be better for him to take matters into his own hands and search on his own rather than to wait for the police.

They went straight into the hotel and checked into their rooms. However, the receptionist informed them that they were no longer serving dinner at that time, so Rossie then led Zorion out of the hotel. She was carrying a backpack that contained a flashlight, a map, and a phone charger among other things.

Then, they began walking around in search of a diner, or any place that served food.

"Aren't you hungry?" Zorion asked as he followed her. He was wearing a baseball cap because Rossie said his face attracted too much unnecessary attention.

At the mention of this, Zorion pursed his lips, remembering Rossie's annoyed tone when she told him this.

After walking for a while, Rossie said, "I am hungry, but I'm sure there are some people who are hungry as well. Generally, gangsters like to frequent barbecue stalls at night. Some of them will stay to eat, and some will get takeaway. Let's try our luck. You have been looking for them for so long, so they wouldn't dare to come out. I doubt they can go a day without a couple of beers and some barbecued meat. It's their favorite pastime and I'm sure we'll see them."

The two of them continued to walk until they saw a brightly lit stall and immediately headed there. After finding a table, Rossie then made her way towards the counter and placed an order.

Rossie creased her eyes into a smile, warming up to the owner of the stall. She picked up the local dialect previously when doing odd jobs, so she spoke like a village local.

She asked the owner, "Sir, how much do you make in a single day?"