As expected, the woman couldn’t
‘t resist the temptation of money and quickly sent a
Tristan.
Though Tristan had been deceived multiple times before, the fact that Nicole’s body was never recovered kept him clinging to the
hope that she might still be alive. This time, someone had even sent in a blurry photo of a figure seen from behind.
Tristan wasted no time and flew straight to Merriton, his nerves on edge at the thought of seeing her again. He couldn’t shake his fears–what if she refused to forgive him? What if she refused to come home with him?
He had already made up his mind: if Nicole didn’t forgive him, he wouldn’t return either. He would stay as long as it took,
begging for her forgiveness.
But when he arrived, the café had a new owner, and the previous one was nowhere to be found
He questioned everyone in the café, showing them the photo.
However, no one could confirm if the woman in the picture was Nicole.
The Nicole in the photo had long hair, a fair complexion, and wore elegant clothing. But the Nicole they knew had short hair,
freckles on her face, and dressed simply. The differences were subtle yet enough to cast doubt.
Unwilling to give up, Tristan grabbed the current owner and asked, “Do you know where the previous owner went?”
“Oh, her? She went abroad for a trip.”
“When will she be back?”
“No idea, sir. Would you like a cup of coffee?”
“Her name
-was it Nicole Snow?”
