No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 828

He'd really do it!

But how am I supposed to take something I don't have?

"Well, then stop wasting time and just bury me here," I said without a hint of fear.

Perhaps it was because I'd been through so much that I'd developed a resistance to being scared.

"Allen, you see it yourself, there's nothing here. Ernest told me he'd left it here. That's why I didn't spill the beans when you guys asked. Turns out, he played me too," I said with a self-deprecating chuckle.

I was trying to make him think Ernest had deceived me, so they wouldn't trace it back to Yolande.

"Don't try to pull a fast one on me. You and your partner are slippery as fish, always up to something. You're definitely hiding something," Allen retorted, still skeptical.

Then one of his goons chimed in, "Mr. Clark, maybe we should dig a bit more? It might be buried deeper."

Seriously...

"Then what are you standing around for? Dig!" Allen barked, dragging me over to the pit as his men started digging furiously.

They dug until they hit rock bottom, but found nothing.

"Mr. Clark, there really isn't anything..." the goon said cautiously.

out with a kick,

in wasting time if there's nothing. You can just stay down there," Allen growled, embodying pure

venting his anger, he turned his gaze to me. I met his

"So you're not talking, huh? Can't find it, huh? Well then... you're the perfect hostage. If Ernest tries

flashed before my eyes. "Ernest? Funny business? He's already on

a sound that was eerily menacing

thought you

love story, but I guess not

you can

mistake your own

me pause. Then

It was Phipps.

me Phipps was in

I knew.

wasn't Ernest was

It meant Ernest wasn't in their clutches, and he hadn't

where is my Ernest?"

and he'll show up," Allen was still

responding. He nodded at my silence, “Ms. Hudson,

to stumble, "Let