Chapter 410:


    William looked down at the shirt like it personally offended him. “What is this?”


    “A disguise, of course. Don’t you think our clothes stand out too much?” Especially his suit—who wore a suit in the countryside?


    William eyed his expensive suit and finally sighed in reluctant agreement. He followed her into the changing area, without further questions.


    The store owner looked thrilled as Ste handed over a crisp hundred-dor bill and waved off the change. Fifty bucks for both outfits? Day made. That was double the usual price.


    Just as Ste turned toward the dressing room, nning to get changed herself, a loud scuffle erupted just outside the store.


    Ste froze. She turned to the shopkeeper. “What’s going on out there?”


    The shopkeeper, pleased with the extra cash in her pocket, answered right away. “Oh, no clue,” she said. “They’ve been pacing up and down this street since morning, popping into every store like three times. I can’t tell what they’re even looking for.”


    Ste and William exchanged a nce—no words needed. They both knew. Nixon’s men.


    “Ugh, here theye again,” the shopkeeper muttered, spotting them from a distance. “Forget them. You two go change your clothes. Just ignore those weirdos.”


    Ste looked at William—his sharp, tailored suit practically screamed “look at me.” He’d stand out like a sore thumb in a ce like this, and Nixon’s men wouldn’t miss him.


    As she hesitated, thinking about what to do, William suddenly grabbed her arm and pulled her into the fitting room.


    It was small and kind of rundown, but at least it was clean.


    Inside, William turned to her and said in a low voice, “Quick, take your clothes off.”


    Ste froze. But he was already undoing his jacket, peeling it off without hesitation.


    In a sh, he was half undressed, his toned chest and defined muscles fully on disy. The sight made her cheeks heat up.


    Seeing her flustered, he smirked. “You’ve seen me like this before, haven’t you? Why so shy now?”


    Ste shot him a re. It wasn’t the same. That had been from a distance, but right now, he was in front of her. She could brush against him with the slightest movement.


    Before either of them could say more, footsteps approached from outside. The shopkeeper’s voice rang out, irritated. “What are you doing back here again? I told you there’s nothing in my shop. You already looked! You’ll scare away my customers!”


    She still didn’t know who Ste and William really were—probably assumed they were out-of-towners visiting rtives or something. Didn’t think much of it. “Out of the way.”


    We’ll find out for ourselves,” a man snapped, pushing her aside. She yelped, rubbing her arm, and didn’t dare argue further.


    He swept through the shop, eyes scanning everything, until his gazended on the drawn curtain of the fitting room.


    “What’s in there?”


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