Chapter 103.2
In the apartment.
Su Ling’s living room.
An old man with a head full of white hair, and thin body wrapped in a thick windbreaker was sitting on a sofa. Behind a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, his gaze remained fixed on the shimmering puddle of water resting on the coffee table. If Mr. Albert was here, he would have been instantly recognizable as the same figure he had encountered at the bus stop that very morning.
Within the reflections dancing on the surface of the water, vivid images and echoing sounds of Su Ling and the “Chess Player”.
As Henry, covertly observing the unfolding scenes, a complex interplay of emotions surged within him.
Though it was the target home, it was also the blind spot in the other party’s mind. Sometimes, the most dangerous place could prove to be the safest place.
In fact, Henry has been here so long, he was just few meters away from Su Ling and hiding behind the wall, manipulating the development of events.
As soon as she left the apartment, he emerged from the wall and sat here to observe everything secretly.
Perplexed by the sudden appearance of the “chess player,” Henry couldn’t suppress his frustration at the unexpected twist in the carefully crafted narrative.