Aaron Ray was walking aimlessly down the street.
He wasn't sure if anyone was following him, so he didn't dare go directly to find Milton Bryce. From morning to afternoon, he wandered around, hungry and exhausted, finally forcing himself to head slowly in the direction of Milton Bryce's house.
After walking all day, his legs were tired and his feet ached.
He had no money and couldn't afford a cab. When he passed a pawnshop, he hesitated. The suit he was wearing was a brand name, only worn two or three times, and the leather shoes were also of high quality. They could fetch a considerable amount of money.
But selling clothes and shoes, after all, wasn't the same as pawning gold or silver; it seemed too shabby...
At that moment, a well-dressed man hurried into the pawnshop, and Young Master Ray watched his back, paralyzed by indecision.
He needed money, but he couldn't part with his dignity.
