Facade of Love (Yvette Scott and Idris Young) novel Chapter 432

As long as everything went smoothly, Chandler could safely return home.

With everything arranged, Gregory looked at me and asked, "Is Chandler the only person kept here in the mountains? Are there no others?"

It was strange when you think about it. When I first arrived here, there were quite a few people from our country kept here in the mountains. There were men and women forced into free labor, and those who did not want to work were coerced into asking for money from their families or friends. Those who were disobedient had their legs broken or their internal organs gutted and thrown to fertilize the soil of the poppy field.

However, I noticed that the number of people in the dark cell had gradually decreased in recent days. These past two days, there was no one left. It seemed like all of them had been taken away.

Seeing me in silence, Gregory asked, "What's wrong? Is there something unusual going on?"

I shook my head and bit my lip, saying, "There used to be quite a few people kept here, but recently, it seems like there are none left. I don't know if it's because they're done with the poppy work here and don't need labor anymore, so they've all been taken away."

Gregory nodded slightly, "That's a possibility."

That was the only possibility I could think of. After chatting with Gregory, I returned to the mountains with Rebecca.

As I entered the secret room where Chandler was held, I realized I had not seen him for a few days. During this time, he seemed to have regained some of his spirit. His complexion did not look as haggard as before, and he no longer resembled a frail old man.

When he saw me, he caught sight of the food I brought and said, "Young lady, you seem to be getting more and more freedom here."

I smiled and handed him the food, saying, "Mr. Copper, it won't be long before I can get you out of here."

All his attention was on the food. When he heard my words, he raised his gaze slightly and looked at me. After a moment's pause, he asked, "Getting me out of here? Why? Have you and your police friend figured out a way to escape?"

Seeing that he did not seem to take my words seriously, I said, "The poppies will be harvested soon. When the people here are busy transporting them out, we'll try to escape while there are fewer people around."

He raised an eyebrow, looking at me, and asked, "Are you planning to escape with me? Or is there someone else?"