Chapter 579 - 578: Chase!
After William Griffith left, Elijah Butler felt troubled and unsure of what to do next. She was almost certain that the man would find Cherish Turner in the shortest possible time. However, the city was so vast that he might not have the ability to do so. Elijah told Cherish to stay in Binzhou and not go anywhere. She needed to think about where she could hide.
When William Griffith returned to the Griffith residence, a subordinate handed him a document, "Young Master Griffith, we’ve found Miss Turner’s whereabouts. Miss Turner’s good friend, Miss Elijah Butler, owns a private property in Binzhou. We’ve confirmed that Miss Turner is staying in her ancestral home in Binzhou, where she is being taken care of and is safe."
William Griffith’s eyes narrowed, he hung up the phone, and hurried out of his office.
Meanwhile, the document quietly lay on the desk, motionless.
The small fishing village in Binzhou boasted a peaceful and simple life.
The most abundant features of the village were its fish ponds, with practically every household owning one. At any time, one could catch and cook delicious fish, which the village was never short of. Most of the houses were three-story villas built side by side. The villagers were like one big family, with no conflicts and very friendly interactions.
The village head was a big-bearded, sixty-year-old man who was energetic and honest, treating everyone warmly.
His mischievous grandson was especially well-behaved around Cherish Turner, visiting her daily. Cherish would occasionally teach him arithmetic and children’s songs. The smart boy would quickly learn and memorize them. The village head was pleased to see his grandson’s progress and treated Cherish even better.
"Cherish, this is a chicken raised by my family. My wife made some soup today, and I thought I’d bring you some to taste," the village head said cheerfully as he walked into the house with a bowl of soup.
"You’re too kind," Cherish replied, feeling embarrassed.
"Don’t mention it. It’s just a bowl of soup," the village head said, placing the bowl down and continuing, "My grandson doesn’t bother you too much, does he?"