Peanut saw some dude miss the trash can with a bottle, so he dashed over to pick it up. Just as he grabbed it, another bottle came flying, and he was right there, scooping it up too. Strolling past the coffee shop, he noticed an alley next to it and slipped in. Freya caught sight of him just as he disappeared.


    Seeing this, Freya bolted out, not even bothering to finish watching the surveince footage.


    The shop owner sensed something was off. He walked over, yanked the plug, and eyed Walter suspiciously. "You really here to rent the shop?"


    Walter gave a sly grin. "Nah."


    The owner was taken aback for a sec, then got pissed. "You messing with me? I came all the way here and..."


    Walter cut him off, "I''m a cop, tracking an escaped murderer. He was in your shopst night. Be careful."


    He patted the owner''s shoulder, adding, "A few days ago, he pretended to be a tenant. When the owner showed him around, he robbed the ce. So, if anyone calls to rent the shop, watch out." The owner froze, and by the time he snapped out of it, Walter was gone.


    Freaked out, the owner rushed outside, but the ''cop'' was nowhere to be seen.


    He quickly locked up and tore down the ''For Rent'' sign.


    Freya ran out of the alley into a maze of houses. Looking at the tangled alleys, she felt a wave of despair.


    Hearing footsteps, she turned around, tears in her eyes. "How are we supposed to find him?"


    If she had checked the footagest night, they might have found him by now. It had been a while, and Peanut wasn''t exactly a genius. She couldn''t imagine what might happen to him out there alone. "Can''t you see someone led him away on purpose?" Walter suddenly said.


    Freya was stunned. "Who?"


    Walter looked at her like she was clueless, and Freya got it. "Getty?" she blurted out.


    Leaning against the wall, she muttered, "Yeah, it could only be her."


    Only Getty knew how much Peanut meant to her. Getty had been humiliated and wanted payback, so she went after Peanut.


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    Desperately grabbing Walter''s arm, Freya pleaded, "Help me. I said before, if you help me find Peanut, I''ll divorce you. I don''t want any of the money. I mean it."


    Walter nced at her. "You threatening me?"


    Freya shook her head, tears streaming. "I''m just negotiating. The deal''s changed. Now it''s about finding Peanut."


    Walter sneered and looked at her hand.


    Freya realized and quickly pulled her hand back, unsurprisingly finding it covered in blood again.


    "Want to bandage that first?" Freya asked, feeling a bit guilty.


    Freya found it ironic. She had despised him before, but now he was her only hope.


    Walter stared at her without a word.


    Freya was much thinner than before. Whether it was because she had lost her looks or because they hadn''t seen each other for so long, her appearance no longer had the sharpness it once did. She exuded a timid and weak demeanor from the inside out.


    Three years had worn away all traces of her former self, except for her looks.


    It had to be said, the current Freya was much more pleasing to the eye than the former big-breasted, brainless Freya.