Yasmin had heard from her roommates about how the cashier working at the nearby supermarket had


    frequent extramarital affairs.


    However, she had always thought they were just joking.


    Text property ? N?vel(D)ra/ma.Org.


    Based on what she had seen today, though, that did not seem the case.


    That handsome guy was also unlike anyone else she had ever met.


    Even she, a woman, knew what the woman actually wanted. However, he had naively agreed to her


    request.


    It looked like he was a fresh graduate.


    Fresh grads were always easier to fool because of theirck of experience.


    “Girl, you’d better watch whates out of your mouth!”


    The woman started getting huffy.


    Why did Yasmin feel the need to bring up stuff that she could have kept to herself?


    What would she do if her husband found out?


    Yasmin also felt she had crossed a line and smiled. “Alright, alright, sorry. I take back what I said. Why


    don’t you ring up the items now?”


    “182 dors!”


    The cashier’s face did not betray any other expression as she ced the items into a shopping bag.


    An ugly look appeared on Nash’s face. He had never imagined there woulde a day when he would


    nearly get fooled into having sex for a couple dozen dors.


    Yasmin handed Nash the pack of sanitary pads after she finished making the payment. “Remember to


    take your phone out with you in the future!”


    Nash had a rueful look on his face. “Thank you!”


    Yasmin asked, “Why did you ask me about the tattoo on my arm? Have you seen something simr in


    the past?”


    Her grandfather had inked that tattoo on her arm before he passed away.


    He had also told her that if anyone ever managed to recognize those two words, it meant that they


    were a powerful individual who could lead her to new heights.


    “Let’s go, Yasmin. Why bother talking to someone like him?”


    Sunny walked over with her daily necessities and snacks in her arms, giving Nash a disgusted look as


    she did so.


    Men who could not even afford to buy sanitary pads for their girlfriends were usually good-for- nothing


    trash.


    Sunny did not wait for Yasmin to answer before she grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her


    away.


    Nash nced at the gates leading into the industrial district some 500 feet away andmitted the


    district’s name into memory. He then returned to Cloud Peak Pce Hotel.


    “You’re back… I remember this hotel is located in a pretty rural area. Did you need to travel far?” Hera


    asked as she smiled.


    “It was about a two-mile journey!”


    “How did you know this is my preferred brand of sanitary pads?” Hera asked as she opened the


    package and took a pad out.


    “Uh… Someone else rmended them!” Nash said as he chuckled awkwardly.


    “Pfft!”


    Hera burst intoughter. “Did you ask some random woman which brand she rmended?”


    Nash rubbed his nose. “Yeah, roughly.”


    “Hahaha…” 3)


    That image took form in Hera’s mind, and she could not stopughing.


    Sheughed so hard that her menstrual blood nearly leaked out from her pants.


    She quickly pped a hand to her stomach and hurried to the bathroom. “Xeno called just now. Why


    don’t you return the call?”


    “What’s so funny?”


    Nash mumbled to himself, still confused.


    Then, he grabbed his phone and dialed Xeno’s number.


    “Nash!”


    “Looking for me?”


    “Sheldon Duerson is dead. Duncan Duerson would like to invite you for a chat at the Duersons’


    residence!”