Goodbye, My Wretched Love! By Dolly Molly

Chapter715

Mr. Norman’s art exhibition was very exciting. Although the scale of the guests who came to visit was not very large, the number of guests was also quite large. The rooms of various villas and apartments on this small island were packed to the brim.

Sofia and the others lived in a single–family villa. Although Lu Finley was very dissatisfied with Hank living in the villa with them, fortunately the art exhibition would not last long.

Yesterday’s event had been very successful, and today their art exhibition was coming to an end. Mr. Norman let the guests visit the island freely. When tomorrow came, a boat would come to pick them up and leave.

The scenery of this small island is really good, especially the beach sand on the coastline is very delicate, it is almost comparable to the Gold Coast, and it is definitely a good place for tourism and vacation.

While Mr. Norman is letting the tourists tour the island on their own, Hank proposes to Mr. Norman that he wants to go to an abandoned prison on the edge of the cliff to have a look.

As soon as Hank’s voice fell, the guests around laughed one after another, thinking that Hank was too crazy.

The scenery on this small island is very good, playing on the beach and having a party on a yacht at sea is such a comfortable thing.

the abandoned prison on the edge of the cliff to see it. Sure enough, young

made this request, Mr. Norman

this young man was very thoughtful and good, but his

that he doesn’t go to the yacht to see beautiful women, he actually

and there was nothing artistic to appreciate in the prison. The only thing

black slaves were imprisoned, and it was also the residence of the nearby manor owner, who may have built

of the Western colonists, this place was used

thing really has nothing to see. After all, many black slaves died here

sites and cultural relics. At the very least, sometimes some artistic inspiration or other things can also draw some nutrition

people around couldn’t help laughing when

prison, and it is estimated that novelists who write horror novels are reluctant to come to such a place where birds don’t.

Mr. Norman was not

all, let people sleep, and visit this place by himself. He even prepared to find a guide from the local area, but Hank refused.