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.

told him nothing. This left Elias incredibly frustrated, and he spent

and warned,

that, Elias

had fallen over

particular port was always busiest during the day, with little to no activity at night. Hence, the

As soon as 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

the men pulled off the hood. A faint light from a distant lighthouse swept over the skinny man's

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

sized up

sound breaking the silence was the crashing of waves against the

I gave you what you wanted. You promised to let me

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

with a watch that had an hourglass embedded in the face rested on his knee. The sand inside trickled downward,

ticking away.

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

fresh produce, will sail out and rendezvous with a cargo ship. When the time comes, you'll need to use your glib tongue and convince

tossing him to the winds, leaving