Chapter 184


    Chapter 184 How Was Noah’s Body Disposed Of?


    After guessing that the woman might be Inch’s close rtive, I approached them with a light smile, not


    in a hurry to pick up the oranges. I pushed my cart toward them. I greeted Inch, “Are you also doing


    grocery shopping?”


    While speaking, I looked at the woman beside him and greeted her with a smile.


    Inch nodded and introduced her, “This is my mom. I’m apanying her to buy some things.” After


    introducing me to his mother, he said, “Mom, this is Ms. Scott, a… very good friend of mine.”


    Hearing Inch’s introduction, I paused slightly and warmly greeted his mother, “Mrs. Fowell, hello. My


    name is Yvette.”


    His mother smiled at me and said, “Ms. Scott, hello. Thank you for being willing to be friends with our


    Inch here.” She nced around me and asked, “Are you here alone?”


    I nodded and smiled. “My friend lives nearby. She’s sick, so I came out to buy some groceries. I’m


    going back to cook something for her.”


    Inch’s mother smiled kindly and said, “Oh, is your friend alright? If not, let Inch apany you to help


    take care of her.”


    I shook my head,ughing. “No need, she’s fine.‘


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    Inch then interrupted our chat, looking at me and asking, “Are you feeling better?”


    He was inquiring about my recovery since the incident. Though he did not specify, I understood what


    he was referring to and nodded. “Much better, thank you.”


    After a brief chat, considering the store was crowded, it was not a good ce for a long conversation.


    I picked some fruits and parted ways with them. Leaving the store, I carried several bags and headed


    toward Sweety’s apartmentplex. Just as I entered theplex, someone called out to me again.


    This time it was Inch’s mother. She and Inch had bought quite a few items. Inch was carrying several


    bags, following behind her. Mrs. Fowell caught up with me and said cheerfully, “Ms. Scott, does your


    friend live in thisplex? That’s great. Inch and I just moved here. We can visit each other more


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    often.”


    Surprised by this information, I smiled lightly and looked at Inch. “You just moved here?”


    Inch nodded and said, “We are in Building 65. Come over to our ce when you’re free. I’m usually not


    at home, and my mom is alone. She’s always like this. If she doesn’t have anyone to talk to, she’ll grab


    whoever she can to chat with.”


    Mrs. Fowell yfully scolded him with a nce andughed. “How can you talk like that? I just find Ms.


    Scott approachable, so I couldn’t help but want to chat more with her.”


    Inch, with a sense of resignation, said, “Alright, alright, whatever you like is fine.”


    Chapter 184 How Was Noah’s Body Disposed Of?


    After saying this, he looked at me and asked, “Are you busy these days?”


    I shook my head, remembering that I wanted to thank him for saving me, and said, “What about you? If


    you’re not too busy, I’d like to invite you and your friend to dinner.”


    Inch smiled, probably worried about his mother standing for too long, he found a reason for Mrs. Fowell


    to go ahead, and after watching her walk away, he turned to me and said, “If it’s okay with you, how


    about we get together tomorrow night?”


    I nodded. “That’s fine. By the way, has Officer Jackson contacted you?”


    “Yes,” he replied and after looking around, he lowered his voice and said to me, “You don’t have to


    worry about the police. I… took care of it. As long as they can’t find Noah’s b*dy, this matter is over.


    You don’t have to worry.”


    I had never asked him about this and, seeing him bring it up, I asked, “How… exactly did you deal with


    Noah?”


    After all, it was a b*dy. How it was just ‘dealt with‘ always seemed somewhat incredible to me.


    Inch spoke somewhat mysteriously, “Quite simple. We handled him the way he used to handle those


    who died at his hands.”


    I did not understand, failing to grasp the meaning of his words, and asked in bewilderment, “People


    who died at his hands?”


    Seeing my confusion, Inch just smiled and did not continue, merely saying, “In any case, you don’t


    need to worry. I’ll talk to my friendter and then send you the location for our get–together.”


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