Chapter 125

In the convenience store, the man in a cap edged closer to Peggy. His movements were eerily silent, like a ghost. Meanwhile, Peggy was engrossed in selecting her preferred beverage and unaware of the looming danger. She added the last bottle of her beloved orange soda to her basket and headed to the cashier. The sudden close encounter made her scream, "Ah!" She almost bumped faces with the man in the cap. "What are you doing?" Peggy snapped and arched her eyebrows in displeasure. The man responded with a smirk. Underneath the cap's brim, his eyes gleamed with malice. "What do you want from me?" Despite trying to sound stern, Peggy's voice wavered slightly. The man kept silent. His cap concealed his expression, showing only a chin with patchy stubble. He seemed to be around 40 years old. Peggy issued a warning. "Stay back! I'm staying at the hotel next door. One shout and all the security guards will come running." The man's smirk only widened at Peggy's words. She re