Let Me Go, Mr. Hill!

Let me go, Mr. Hill By Shallow South Chapter 2010

“Miss Robbins… ” Tristan was at his wit’s end. “If we leave, what will happen to you?”

“Exactly. ” The chauffeur who had been working for Eliza walked over as well. “With Rodney’s competence, he’ll figure things out in less than two days.”

“That’s why I’m asking you guys to leave. ” Eliza shot a look at Sarah. “ Since I’ve decided to do this, I’ve never thought about leaving this place safely. But it doesn’t matter.”

She came back with the intention of taking revenge, did she not?

At first, she thought that it was easy to take revenge since Sarah was currently in a miserable state. However, Rodney’s interference had made a lot of things troublesome.

She had thought of a more comprehensive plan before. Nevertheless, when she got to know from Freya regarding Sarah’s deeds, she did not want to endure it anymore.

Sarah had a beautiful dream.

being Young Madam Snow. She also

were like

the dream could continue, she was splashed with cold water

second she opened her eyes, she was dazed to find herself in a dim

sports attire walked over. The woman was wearing a creepy mask

dreaming. This isn’t real.” Sarah was so frightened that she yelled. Just as she wanted to escape, she realized that her hands and legs were tied up. She was left on the floor. Except

up from her dream. She refused to believe that she ended up in this strange place after she woke up when she

the one who kidnapped you here. You’re not dreaming, ” Eliza said with a fake voice. As such, Sarah could not make out

are you?” After all, Sarah was kidnapped in the States once before and had encountered all kinds of dark incidents back then. She soon pulled herself together. “Are you Freya or

do you think

Catherine, right? Don’t think that you can treat me this way just because you have Shaun defending you? This

a moment,

I admit that I hurt you before, but that’s all in the past. Now that you’ve finally gotten back

benefit you either. What’s more, I helped you recover your memory. Let bygones be bygones, alright? I beg