Chapter 476 The Little Mute
Back in the room, Luann took a closer look.
It turned out that this old piece of land used to house a national-level museum. Later, for some unknown reason, it was demolished, and the land has been abandoned ever since.
But the surrounding environment is quite nice, nestled among several tourist spots. It's a highly profitable, sure-win investment.
"Looks like I really need to find a way to get this land."
As she was pondering, the door behind her was pushed open.
Myron walked in.
Luann turned around and lazily leaned back in her chair.
"Where did you go? It's so late."
Myron took off his suit and lightly curled his lips.
"Met a few clients."
"By the way, I have something urgent to take care of and need to leave for a while. Do you want to come with me?"
Luann shook her head, "The spokesperson for Sunflower is gone, I need to fill in."
Myron nodded regretfully.
"Alright, contact me when you're free."
"Okay, okay."
Early the next morning, Myron drove Luann to Sunflower and then headed to the airport.
Andrew followed him, constantly flipping through the information on his tablet and quickly summarizing it for him.
Myron got his ticket and didn't waste any time, hurrying to board the plane.
Meanwhile, in a corner outside the airport, Alvin was huddled, blowing in the cold wind, chewing on a tasteless piece of grass.
Including today, he hadn't eaten for three days.
He really wanted some fried chicken and fries!
His stomach protested loudly.
Alvin ruffled his hair in frustration, opened his mouth wide, and let the wind fill his stomach.
Drinking the wind should make him full, right?
"Luann, Myron, I've been out of touch for so long, and you guys aren't worried at all?"
"I'm so miserable, so pitiful."
"I, Mr. Alvin Curtis, why do I have to suffer like this? I don't want to live anymore, I can't go on!"
Alvin cried out in despair, wailing loudly.
He decided he couldn't stay here any longer.
He had hoped Luann and the others would notice something was wrong and come looking for him.
But now it seemed he should give up on that dream.
Dragging his tired body, Alvin stood up, grabbed his suitcase, and slowly walked away.
He didn't know how long he walked, but he finally left the airport and reached the main road.
"So tired."
Alvin plopped down on a bench and sighed.
At that moment, a small, frail-looking girl, Emily Clark, ran over and frantically gestured at him.
Alvin pouted, "I don't have any money, not a single cent. Go away, shoo."
Emily shook her head and pointed to an empty bottle next to him.
It was already autumn, but Emily was only wearing an old, faded short-sleeve shirt. Her exposed arm was so thin it looked like skin and bones, and her hands, which should have been delicate, were covered in thick calluses.
Alvin picked up the dirty, trampled bottle, rolled his eyes in disgust, and threw it forward, venting his frustration from the past few days.
Unexpectedly, Emily ran straight for the bottle.
"Hey! Hey, be careful!"
Alvin pushed off the bench and sprang up, using all his strength to catch up.
He grabbed Emily's arm and yanked her back.
A sharp car horn blared in their ears.
Alvin broke out in a cold sweat.
He angrily scolded, "Are you crazy? Risking your life for a stupid bottle! What if you got hit by a car?"
Emily bit her lip.
She seemed scared.
She timidly took a step back, her eyes full of fear as she looked at him.
Alvin swallowed the curse words on the tip of his tongue, bent down, picked up the bottle, and handed it to her.
"Here, be more careful next time. Don't be so reckless."
Emily cautiously took the bottle, bowed to him, and then ran back to the bench.
Only then did Alvin notice she had a large burlap sack there.
The sack was huge, and it looked especially heavy on the frail girl's shoulders.
She opened the sack and threw the bottle inside.
Alvin glanced over.
It seemed like she was collecting recyclables.
Emily seemed to sense his gaze, looking embarrassed and scared. She quickly averted her eyes and hurriedly dragged the sack away.
Alvin couldn't help but say, "Where do you live? I'll help you carry it!"
Such a small body couldn't possibly bear such a heavy load.
Emily shook her head frantically and fled.
"Fine, go wherever you want. I can barely take care of myself, let alone others." Alvin sighed deeply and slumped back onto the bench like a deflated balloon.
After resting for a while, Alvin picked up his luggage and continued on his way.
He didn't know where he could go, so he just took it one step at a time.
As he turned into an old alley, Alvin unexpectedly saw the little girl, Emily, again.
She was walking cautiously, as if she was afraid of something.
"Hey!"
Emily didn't hear him, or maybe she was just in a hurry.
She clutched her pocket tightly, looking around nervously.
Suddenly, someone yanked her, and she fell heavily to the ground.
A few boys surrounded her.
They looked down at her.
"Hey, out selling recyclables again? How much did you make this time?"
Emily trembled in fear, curling up on the ground.
"Why aren't you answering when I'm talking to you?"
One boy lifted Emily's chin with his shoe.
It was extremely humiliating.
"Haha, you're a mute, how could you talk!" The boy laughed wildly and reached out his hand, "Alright, hand over the money."
Emily shook her head frantically, her knuckles turning white from the effort.
"Why do you always make me use force?"
As soon as the boy finished speaking, the others started kicking Emily without hesitation.
Then they bent down, pried open her hands, and took out all the dollars from her handmade cloth wallet.
"Today's haul isn't bad."
Emily cried helplessly, her body making one last desperate struggle like a dying fish, lunging forward.
But it was as easy as swatting a fly.
Her small body fell face-first to the ground.
She saw Alvin not far away.
Her eyes were full of grievance.
Alvin gritted his teeth.
He knew that after not eating for several days, he was no match for these punks.
But he couldn't just stand by and watch them bully a girl!
Alvin kicked his suitcase aside, rolled up his sleeves, and charged forward.
"If I don't beat you all to the ground today, my name isn't Curtis!"
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