Winning Her Heart back (Emelie and William)

Chapter 871 Lately, I've Grown Wary of Matters of Life and Death

Emelie's expression softened and she went straight to the point. "Beathan was rescued. It's dangerous for him to stay in the country, so I suspect he'll flee abroad. You know him better than anyone. Where do you think he might go?"

Ashley was momentarily stunned. Her mind flashed back to the last time she saw Beathan. He had looked utterly defeated, asking her if there was any chance for them to be together in their next life.

She couldn't help but frown. Just the thought of him stirred up feelings of deep revulsion.

Ashley said, "It would have to be a country without an extradition treaty with Cedonia. Someplace where his status and influence would protect him. He would only feel safe in a place like that."

Emelie nodded in agreement. "For example?"

Ashley started listing off countries. "There are quite a few-Lablos, Bredal, Glastony..."

"Can you narrow it down?" Emelie asked.

"My gut says Lablos. We both studied there and, given his obsession with me, he'd probably go back. Psychology tells us that when people are anxious, they seek out familiar places," Ashley said with a bitter smile.

Emelie had an idea where he was now. "Alright."

The fact that Emelie had deliberately chosen to ask Ashley instead of consulting Elias meant she didn't want him involved.

about their conversation, she told him nothing. This left Elias incredibly frustrated,

lips between her fingers and warned, "Keep it up, and you'll

that, Elias fell

had fallen over Capebatt City's

eight. This particular port was always busiest during the day, with little to

the door slid open, four hulking men stepped out. They dragged out a skinny man, who was bound at the wrists and ankles and had a black

distant lighthouse swept over the skinny man's

of the prestigious lawyer. However, though he now looked utterly disheveled, his

sized up

the silence was the crashing of waves

you bring me here?" Beathan shouted, panic creeping into his voice. "William! I gave you what you wanted. You promised to let me go. Are you going back

the van, but the person inside didn't get out. The rear window slid down,

leg crossed over the other. A wrist adorned with a watch that had an hourglass embedded in the face rested on his knee. The sand

ticking away.

speaking calmly. "You want to leave Cedonia. There are three ways to do that: by land, by

is impossible. Everyone knows how tight security is along the Cedonian border. You'd never make it. Air travel requires forged documents, but I

sail out and rendezvous with a cargo ship. When the time comes, you'll need to

William was essentially tossing him to the winds, leaving him to fend for himself in a foreign land with