Sorry, I'm the Final Boss Now novel Chapter 88

She knocked on the first door. A sallow-faced woman opened it. “Who are you looking for?”

Marguerite stepped forward with a smile. “Excuse me, do you know which room Aaron lives in? He’s a high school student with long hair that covers his eyes.”

Living in the same apartment, they were bound to know each other.

“Oh, you mean that kid? He and his mom moved out around three or four this morning.”

Marguerite frowned. “Do you know where they went?”

The woman shook her head. “No idea.”

“One step forward, two steps back. What a bargain,” Marguerite muttered, her smile more pained than her life story. That little brat. When I get my hands on him, I’m going to give him a taste of the belt.

The thin woman didn’t understand her slang. “They didn’t have much choice,” she added with a sigh. “A man came by last night making a scene. Beat his mother half to death, and the kid got hurt, too.”

“What?” Marguerite’s eyes widened. “There’s a man involved? Is it Aaron’s father?”

The woman shook her head again. “I don’t know. They’ve lived here for years, and I’ve never seen a father come around.”

A shadow fell over Marguerite’s enchanting eyes. It seemed Aaron’s situation was far more complicated than she had imagined.

As they left the building, Marguerite was so preoccupied with thoughts of Aaron that she didn’t even notice the fat man from the stairwell had vanished. The air outside was a welcome relief from the stuffiness within, and she took a deep breath.

As she and Nancy walked toward the edge of the slum, a flashy sports car screeched to a halt by the roadside. Joshua, dressed in a blue suit, stepped out. His eyes widened when he saw Marguerite emerge.

He had gone to Westside High, only to be told by his private investigator that Marguerite had headed to the slums. He had no idea what she was doing in a place like this, but he detested the slums and had decided to wait for her outside.

Now, finally seeing her, he felt his breath catch in his throat. He strode toward her, his voice trembling slightly. “Marguerite!”

Marguerite was equally surprised to run into him here. It was the first time she’d seen him in person since she’d arrived in this time, and his hairline was indeed higher, his hair noticeably thinner. He felt like a complete stranger.

As he drew closer, she forced a smile, unsure of what else to do. “Joshua. Long time no see. Where are you making your fortune these days?”