Chapter 230: The Origin of the Curse (Seeking Subscriptions)

January 5th.

Aaron had gone out for a stroll, pausing in front of some housing advertisements and talking with a few merchants interested in selling property.

Eventually, in the evening, he dined at a rather famous restaurant nearby.

After finishing the last grilled lamb chop, Aaron wiped his hands clean with a towel, got up to pay the bill, and left the restaurant.

His pace was unhurried, and he suddenly turned and entered a secluded alley.

"Come out, Miss Tasha, you've been following me for quite some time."

Aaron turned around and looked at the shadowy part of the street, his tone calm.

"Green... you surprised me."

Tasha's figure was like a chameleon, emerging from the shadows, her thighs on high heels as nimble as a cat.

"You followed me? What's it for?"

Aaron pretended to be shocked and angry.