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Chapter 67 Trouble at the Slum Apartment
Chapter 67 Trouble at the Slum Apartment
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Nancy instantly switched back to her sweet–girl look, dimples showing as she smiled you had to see that. With guys
like that, you’ve gotta be mean–otherwise they won’t leave you alone.”
This way.” At a fork in the road, Nancy pointed.
Ahead lay a flat, wide street. She was pointing to a narrow alley.
“Oh, is this way faster?”
Stella had been checking house numbers–Louis’s place should be way inside.
“No, I’m just too softhearted. I probably know someone begging on the main road, and if I saw them, I’d feel like giving money. So I’d rather take the long way and not see them at all,” Nancy said.
Stella followed her through several twists and turns.
Nancy chatted as they went. “Honestly, this place looks way better than it used to. Before, it was worse. At least now, any kid who wants to go to school can afford it.”
“Where’s the money coming from?” Stella asked.
Tens of thousands lived here, and plenty of them were kids. Outside of the nine years of free education, most couldn’t afford to keep studying.
“Mr. Foster set up a charity fund here. Any kid who wants to study can apply–tuition and living expenses fully covered,” Nancy said with a smile.
“I only got to finish high school and college thanks to that fund.”
“Nathan?” Stella was surprised.
She’d heard he did charity work, but hadn’t realized it reached this far.
Nancy nodded. “Yeah. I heard he used to live here in the slums, but I don’t know if that’s true.”
Stella’s long, curled lashes trembled slightly. Somehow Nathan’s image in her mind grew even taller.
After all his success, he really had been giving back to society.
Was Louis’s schooling paid for by his fund too?
They finally stopped in front of a rundown, shabby building.
Both Stella and Nancy let out a small sigh of relief.
Even in broad daylight, walking around here was nerve–racking.
On the way, they’d passed more than a few wannabe biker gangs.
This was a tall building with many tenants.
As soon as they stepped inside, they were hit with noise and a foul smell
Nancy pinched her nose. “Rent’s cheap here–two or three hundred a month–so a lot of people cram in.”
“Knock on this door–inside it’s a shared flat. The guy we’re looking for might not even be in the same room.” As she spoke, Nancy knocked.
A voice shouted from inside. “Who the hell forgot their keys again? Get it your dann self!”
A greasy, half–naked man came to open the door, wearing nothing but shorts.
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Nancy immediately reached over and covered Stella’s eyes. “Dirty stuff–don’t look.”
Their looks and clothes stood out in this place like neon lights.
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The man’s eyes roamed over them openly before his mouth curled into a grin. Two pretty girls, Who you looking for?”
“None of your business.”
Keeping Stella’s eyes covered, Nancy glanced inside.
Just as she’d guessed, beyond the front door were multiple smaller doors–mixed male and female tenants.
“Then I’m not letting you in!” The man blocked the doorway, reaching out as if to push Nancy–his hand clearly aiming for her chest.
Two big men stationed on the next floor down frowned as they watched.
Should they step in?
The boss had ordered them to stay
hidden.
But the first rule was never to let Ms. Stella be in any danger,
After half a second’s hesitation, they nodded to each other and were about to move
When something rolled down toward them, shaking the staircase.
It was followed by a pained howl. “Ahhh!“)
The two men looked closer.
Well, damn–it was the fat guy himself.
Wait, what just happened?
Nancy was just as stunned, her mouth wide enough to fit an egg. “You-
She hadn’t even seen it clearly. One second the guy was upright, the next he was down, tumbling down the stairs.
Stella smiled lightly. “I know a little martial arts. Taking care of one out–of–shape fat guy isn’t a problem.”
Back when she had to protect her younger brothers, she’d learned every style she could–taekwondo, boxing, whatever she could get
The fat man was groaning in pain, then heard her call him out–of–shape. The hell you say? I’m not out of shape!”
Nancy rolled up her sleeves again and snapped, “Yeah? Then what’s wrong with your balls!”
The man pounded the floor in rage. “You b*tches! I’ll kill you both!”
He was just about to get up when something yanked him back down, sending him rolling all over again.
