Go After My Ex-wife
Chapter 1134 Scout Around

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?"

The owner raised his eyebrows and looked at her. "Not much. Just enough to break even."

"My boyfriend and I got expelled. We are looking for something to do and this looks easy. Can you teach us? I don't mind working, as I'm a hard worker."

Zorion listened in on the conversation between Rossie and the owner. At first, the man was a little hesitant because he was afraid that they would end up coveting the business. However, the moment he heard that Rossie's boyfriend was an outsider and when he saw Zorion's clueless face, he smiled and became a little chattier. He agreed to let them be employed with his business, but they had to chip in some dough.

Delighted, Rossie proceeded to make small talk with the rest while waiting for her food. Once the food was ready, she fetched it to the table and began eating.

Rossie then handed Zorion a piece of jerky. He had no appetite, but then again, he still had to eat something. So, he began to dig in.

At that time, two people came by and ordered takeout. They made some small talk while waiting, and they then immediately left once their food was ready. Seeing so, Rossie hurriedly took out some cash and paid for the food, briefly talking to the owner. After that, she tugged Zorion away and followed behind them.

Rossie did not dare to stick too close. While walking, she said to Zorion softly, "Those people are gangsters. The owner just asked them why they hadn't come for so many days, and they answered that they had been busy. If they weren't up to something, then why didn't they come? Look at the way they are dressed, they stick out like a sore thumb, don't they?"

The people in Waverly Village were all speaking in the local dialect. Zorion grew up in Capital City, so he could not understand what they were saying, but Rossie could.

Zorion swept his eye across his surroundings and tried to look for those two, but he lost them.

Around ten o'clock, the two finally returned. Rossie sat in the car, exhausted, leaning against the door, and was about to fall asleep.

"Let's go and look for her." Zorion refused to give up. His sister was in the kidnapper's hands. The longer it took for him to find her, the more uneasy he felt.

Rossie glanced at him. "I doubt those people would come out again, at least for tonight."

"The villagers are a tight-knit group. They rarely speak to outsiders. Even if they knew that Deanna had been kidnapped, they would not call the police. They would not alert the authorities no matter how much money you offer them."

"If you want to find your sister, then you have to learn to be patient."

After saying that, Rossie turned around and went to sleep. Zorion could not sleep, so he wandered on the streets a little bit more. However, he failed to find any clues that night, so he went back to sleep just as the sun began to rise.

While Zorion slept, Rossie would observe the streets from the car. It was either that, or she would drive around on the road. Whatever she did, she would hang around the same area.

A while later, Rossie even got out of the car to inquire about rent. She intended to look as if she was here to look for a job and wanted to stay in Waverly Village.

When they saw her decrepit car and how young she looked, they would automatically assume that she had run away from home. They did not doubt her at all.

After a while, she became familiar with a few of them.

Rossie even went to the pub to play some cards, with Zorion tagging along.

The both of them didn't win a single match, acting all grumpy and frustrated after losing round after round. The locals watching will clap and hoot with them, and someone even advised them to calm down. After a few more rounds of card games, the locals warmed up to them a little, treating Rossie and Zorion as one of their own. They even began gossiping.

A woman mentioned someone named Jacky.

Although Zorion could not understand a single word, he could still make out a little about this person, Jacky.

It was especially so whenever Rossie stared at one spot while listening. That meant there was a lot of information being gleaned.

After a while, Rossie excused herself to the washroom, asking someone to replace her. In actuality, she had left the pub, following the woman earlier.