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.

asked Ashley about their conversation, she told him nothing. This left Elias incredibly frustrated, and he spent a

Ashley had enough. She grabbed his lips between her fingers and warned, "Keep it up, and you'll be sleeping in the guest room

that, Elias

over Capebatt

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

and came to a halt. As soon as the door slid open, four hulking men stepped

off the hood. A faint light from a distant lighthouse swept

though he now looked utterly disheveled, his eyes

quickly sized up his

of waves against the docks.

creeping into his voice. "William! I gave you what you wanted.

black Maybach rolled up beside the van, but the person inside

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

ticking away.

There are three ways to do that: by land,

is along the Cedonian border. You'd never make it. Air travel requires forged documents, but I don't

one hauling fresh produce, will sail out and rendezvous with a cargo ship. When the

him to the winds, leaving him to fend for himself in a