He was now angry, agitated, and filled with more worry and heartache.
She pulled herself away from his grasp, escaped his sight, was she joking with him, or...
The shop assistant, scared, finally responded, "Mr. Fame, your wife and Miss Dupont... After they entered the shop, they just casually looked around, then... then they asked me, asked me... where the back door was."
John Fame felt as if his head was about to explode.
Seeing that he did not react, the shop assistant continued, "I... I showed Mrs. Fame and Miss Dupont the way, and they left quickly. Altogether... they stayed in the shop for no more than twenty minutes..."
John Fame, suppressing the turmoil in his heart, indifferently asked, "Where does the back door of the shop lead to?"
"Mr. Fame, the back door of our shop... leads straight to the central square..."
John Fame suddenly looked up, glaring furiously at the shop assistant.
The shop assistant couldn't bear his harsh gaze and shivered, lowering her head.
