Chapter 72 Finding the fake designer

Rosalyn got the address and went to Caleb to show it.

“Do you know where this is?” She asked Caleb.

“No, but god bless the person who invited GPS. Otherwise, we would have to spend our whole life trying to find the addresses.”

“We would have adapted like our ancestors. Maps and compasses.”

“I have no idea how to use a compass,” Caleb said.

“Me neither.”

“Anyways we are getting off track let's go.”

“Yeah Yeah.” Both Caleb and Rosalyn sat in Caleb’s car. Caleb put the address on the map.

“Are you sure this address is correct?”

“Yeah, why?”

“This guy lives in a jungle, in the middle of nowhere.” Rosalyn just shrugged her shoulder. It was an error on her end. She should have investigated more before hiring me. it is useless to cry over spilled milk. They need to do damage control now.

They drove for two hours. Rosalyn dozed off in the ride. She felt the car stopping and woke up.

“Have we reached?”

“GPS is showing this location.”