Chapter 129 Doubting Wynter's Whereabouts

At a crossroads, the driver said, "Mr. Hilton, this is the place." Larry cast a doubtful glance at the tiny, old cobblestone alley. "Are you sure?" he questioned, scowling. He questioned Wynter's purpose for being in this location. Adjacent to it was a vibrant vegetable market, alive with the noise of haggling. This was a place Larry had never gone before he started working in business. "This is indeed Waterview Alley," Jerry affirmed. Would you still like to search for her at the hospital across the street?" The medical facility? No. Larry said, "This place will do," pointing to the alley. He knew Wynter wouldn’t even go to the hospital because she was sluggish and loathed the scent of blood. Larry jumped out of the car, after which a line of security in black followed suit. They appeared to be gangsters due to their commanding appearance. Larry appeared unfriendly even though he was grinning. Saying, "Excuse me, do you know where the empathy clinic is?" he went up to an elderly man. Larry walked over to Warren Wick, who was buying some vegetables, and he shivered. He responded, "I don't know!" while pushing his cart aside. Larry held back. "Am I that scary?" he asked Jerry, touching his face. "Mr. Hilton, you just seem overbearing." Jerry, a business school graduate, thought out his statement before he said it.