Hiding Place In The Street

As the door was kicked open.

Coster was so angry that if he had a gun in his hand right now, he would have shot the man who had dared to do this to Catherine.

But the next moment, everyone was stunned.

Because it was Catherine and Kota in the room, but another young couple.

The man was so skinny that his ribs could be seen.

Shock, anger, and fear filled the man's eyes. He was still covering himself with the bedsheet.

"What the hell are you all doing? What the hell are you all doing?"

As the torches in the bodyguards' hands shone on the face of the woman beside him, everyone heaved a sigh of relief.

It was a misunderstanding.

And fortunately, it was a misunderstanding.

Even the bodyguards did not know what would happen if Coster found out that the woman in the room was Catherine.

Because they could not imagine it at all.

"Damn it!" Coster kicked away the trash can beside the door. He knew that the man he saw in the hotel earlier had fooled him again.

"What was that conversation you two had just now? Who taught you that?"

Coster stood in front of the man and tried hard to control his emotions.

"The conversation? How would I know?" The man was terrified.

The fiercer Coster was, the timider the man became. So much so that he could not utter a word.

In the end, it was the woman who told Coster what happened. When she mentioned the cosplay thing, she did not realize how dark Coster's face was.

Leaving the hapless couple alone, Coster walked to the room next door and found the window was open.

It was pitch-black outside.

"Boss, what do we do now?" a bodyguard next to him asked.

"There are no surveillance cameras here. We can't search the houses one by one, can we? Besides, we aren't even sure if they are still hiding somewhere along this street. That kid abducting the young lady is freaking cunning."

The muscles on Coster's face twitched. No one knew what he was thinking.

After a long time, he finally said, "Go back and tell the old man that we haven't found them yet."

"Understood."

..

In a dark street, a weak cell phone light shone on the asphalt under his feet.

"Where are you taking me?"

"To a safe place. We're almost there," Kota said as he went.

After walking for about fifteen minutes, the white sandals on Catherine's feet had become dirty. It had been an exciting, stressful, and tiring day. And she was still wearing that sexy sleeping gown.

"Here we are."

After turning into a corner in the alley, Kota suddenly stopped.

He knocked on the old wooden door. Soon, what might sound like an old granny's voice came from inside. "Who is it?"

"Grandma Churchill, it's me, Kota."

"Yo, Kota."

The door opened, and a granny with gray hair welcomed the two into the house.

The house was not big, about seventy to eighty square meters.

There was a small courtyard inside the door.

"Grandma Churchill, sorry to disturb you." After Kota entered the room, he held onto Grandma Churchill's arm and helped her sit on the chair.

"It is OK. I'm old and can't sleep much. It's almost five o'clock in the morning now, time to go to the market." Grandma Churchill looked at Kota with an avuncular look on her face.

Catherine stood beside Kota, not knowing what to do.

Why did this scumbag bring her to such a place?

Although the room was not big, it was spotless. On the wooden table in the living room was a portrait of a young man. In front of the portrait were snacks, fruits, and other offerings.

It was this grandmother's son who had passed away.

"You guys have a seat first." Grandma Churchill sized up Catherine and an even broader smile broke out on her face.

"I'm going to the supermarket to buy some groceries. We will talk when I get back."

Perhaps it was because she had seen Kota. The old lady lifted the bamboo basket hanging at the door spiritedly.

The old lady did not let Kota go with her. She closed the door with a smile and left the house to Kota and Catherine.

At this moment, the sky had turned bright.

The air reeked of earthen smell.

It was rare in New York, which was highly industrialized.

Catherine instantly felt relaxed in such an atmosphere after a night of tense emotion.

She sat on the only bed in the room and looked at Kota, who was deep in thought.

This man was becoming more and more incomprehensible to her.

He was so impudent the way he looked at her in the hotel room.

He had effortlessly shaken off those bodyguards.

He drove a sports car that was at least 25 million dollars, and he looked like a jerk.

This apparently looked more like a rich kid.

But he had taken her to a cheap hostel, and now he was so comfortable being one of the poorest places in New York.

In Catherine's eyes, Kota was a contradiction.

He was full of mystery.

But it was such a man that was a fatal attraction to women.

While she was thinking about this, Kota had already fetched a basin of water from outside and put it on the table.

"Could you please wash up and get changed? Or do you want to keep wearing this sleeping gown?"

Catherine snorted and suddenly felt an urge to tease Kota.

She took off her sandals and threw them on the floor, then stretched out her feet. "Will you help me wash them?"

"Excuse me." Kota seemed to feel at home. He took out a clean dress from the wardrobe and threw it on her face. The dress looked old fashion, but it seemed to fit Catherine well. 

"This is Grandma Churchill's granddaughter's dress. Put it on."

Catherine looked at Kota curiously. "What is the relationship between this Grandma Churchill and you?"

"Nothing much. I used to wander around and always chat with her. Over time, I treat her as my own grandma."

Kota did not want to divulge much. He leaned against the chair.

In fact, he was ruthless when collecting protection money. Grandma Churchill had a happy family, but it was him who destroyed it.

He accidentally hurt Grandma Churchill's son when collecting protection money. At that time, he was afraid and called for first aid. It was said that grandmother Churchill's son had bled to death. No one knew how desperate he was in the dark alley.

Out of guilt, Kota lied about being a friend of her son's and gave her the poor old lady company.