Trafford's Trading Club

Chapter 825: Chapter 69: Scent and Perception

The green light is counting down, and it will disappear in a few seconds.

The driver is probably the type who is in a hurry. He figured that if he didn’t accelerate, he should be able to get through before the change, so he wouldn’t have to stop and then start again.

Six seconds, five seconds… Very good, just in time, the driver felt a bit relieved.

Three seconds, the driver suddenly widened his eyes and slammed the brakes—a woman with a baby stroller had just walked out.

She couldn’t make it across, only two or three seconds left… Is this woman an idiot? She’s still on the phone! Such a careless mother!

Because of the car’s speed, it was already unable to stop in time, the driver desperately widened his eyes—however, the moment it passed through the crosswalk, he didn’t seem to feel like he hit anything.

The car eventually made an emergency stop at the intersection, the driver hurriedly got out and looked back.

What he saw was the careless mother on the phone, now being pulled back by a young girl—she saved her.

“How could you walk like that!!” the driver roared as he approached, feeling he needed to scold a bit to calm his nerves.

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“I’m so grateful to you, thank heaven for you. Oh my god…” the woman said excitedly, thanking Caroline.

She held the child in the stroller, kissing the baby’s forehead constantly, “Oh… I’m sorry, little baby, I won’t make calls while crossing the road again. Forgive me, okay? Oh… I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

Caroline watched quietly.

Why did I reach out to pull this woman? She was still pondering this question.

Why did I foresee this scene in advance, she was beginning to get terrified by the question.

She realized something… something strange might have happened to her.

“Miss! Please, you must tell me your name and contact information.” The woman was evidently very grateful: “Please, let me repay you properly, otherwise I don’t know how to forgive my carelessness.”

Caroline opened her mouth, thought for a while, and said, “Well… can you treat me to breakfast? Honestly, I haven’t had breakfast today.”

“Of course! Of course, I’d be more than happy to!”

She grabbed Caroline’s hand and quickly said, “Whatever you want to eat, it’s no problem.”

To be appreciated by someone… turns out it feels like this.

Someone like me can have times like this too… being appreciated.

Caroline chuckled self-depreciatively. This smile looked a bit odd in the mother’s eyes, who couldn’t help but look at Caroline curiously—only then did she notice a clear bruise on Caroline’s neck, as if someone had choked her.

And Caroline’s eyes had a trace of a blood-red color, as if she wore special contact lenses.

“Are you… are you okay?” the child’s mother instinctively asked.

Caroline shook her head, maybe she could make up a reason casually—like she was abused by her boyfriend and then ran away, without a penny to her name—and maybe this child’s mother would be more willing to help her a bit.

If she could get some cash, she might even leave this place temporarily by taking some sketchy transport.

“Actually, I…” Caroline moved her lips, about to speak a story she had made up, but then she swallowed her words back and changed the topic, “Sorry, I can’t have breakfast, I have urgent matters…”

Saying this, she ignored the child’s mother’s calls and quickly ran into the crowd.

During rush hour, the streets were bustling, and Caroline soon vanished from the mother’s sight.

The reason Caroline hurriedly ran away was that she saw Arno, or at least someone who seemed like Arno… passing quickly.

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The man with a somewhat hesitant demeanor stopped in front of a mobile breakfast cart, “A cup of coffee, please.”

The salesman on the cart glanced at him, the man buying the coffee had obvious bruises on his face, suggesting he had been in a fight, and there were wounds on his cheeks, probably scratched during the fight.

The salesman didn’t care.

In this place, encountering injured people from fights wasn’t uncommon, “Sir, your coffee. Two reals, thank you.”

He fished out a pile of loose coins from his pocket, selected two, and placed them on the counter, taking his coffee to leave—but he felt someone suddenly tap him on the shoulder.

He turned around in confusion, and his eyes widened suddenly.

“Arno! You’re okay! It’s really you! That’s great!” Caroline grabbed the man’s arm, perhaps from happiness, Caroline held on tightly.