“Master Sebastian, I just saw her too. I’ll follow her right now, this time I’m confident I can catch up to her,” Kingston said over the phone.

Sebastian glanced at Sabrina.

“What’s wrong, Sebastian?” Sabrina asked.

He shook his head and hung up the phone. “Nothing.”

At that moment, seated in the car, Kingston stared at the homeless woman unblinkingly. She looked like a beggar, her clothes torn and dirty, her hair matted together into a clump with dirt. Her long hair covered her face, so Kingston could see nothing but only her eyes. Her eyes were strained on the clubhouse. Her level of concentration made Kingston feel like she might barge inside at any moment.

While she was fully concentrated on the clubhouse, Kingston opened the car door and hurtled toward her. Unexpectedly, her reflexes were well-honed. She had noticed him leaving his car and before he reached her, she turned and ran. She ran recklessly, straight into the busy roads and ignoring the oncoming traffic. Fortunately, she