The bone-chilling coldness that had gripped her heart faded away, replaced by a deep, tormenting feeling that churned inside her like boiling magma, making it impossible for her to calm down.
When Capone came looking for her again, he was met with a closed door.
In broad daylight, the cake shop was unexpectedly closed, causing him a moment of panic.
It had only been two days since he last came to see her. Could it be that someone had come to cause trouble again, forcing her to close the shop and cease business?
He stepped forward and knocked on the door. No one answered. After a while, a real estate agent in a suit and a name tag approached and handed him a business card.
"This shop is up for lease. If you're interested, you can call the number on the card to discuss further. The price is very reasonable."
Capone grabbed the agent by the collar and demanded, "You're saying the shop owner is quitting? What's her last name? Who sent you?"
