Facade of Love (Yvette Scott and Idris Young) novel Chapter 433

Kenneth Ludin?

Was that the full name of the Kenneth they were talking about?

Seeing Chandler's serious expression, I nodded slightly. I knew I was just an ordinary person, and my contact with Gregory to secretly save him was because I found out he was a police officer who had been undercover for many years. If he could be rescued and returned, he would undoubtedly bring a lot of information to the police in our country.

This was all I could do as an ordinary person.

As for Kenneth, I knew my abilities were limited. If I could find a way to arrest Lucas and bring him to justice now, I would have no regrets in my life.

If I had not witnessed Officer Jackson's death and the deaths of other innocent people, I would never have followed Lucas all the way here to look for an opportunity or stayed behind. I would have fled long ago.

I nodded slightly at Mr. Copper's advice. In any case, I could only promise to do my best.

In the next few days, I still did not see Lucas around. According to Rebecca, he had many things to deal with and rarely came to the mountains anymore. Most of the poppy in the mountains had already been harvested. The landscape had changed completely from when I first arrived. Back then, it was covered in colorful flowers, but now it was bare.

Rebecca said that after this batch of poppy was sent away, a new group of laborers would be brought in to plant the second season's poppy. The climate here was humid and warm, allowing for at least three seasons of poppy cultivation in a year.

Every harvest would bring in a substantial income.

Two days later, the harvested poppy was scheduled to be transported out of the mountains. Upon receiving this news, I contacted Gregory in advance and waited for Lucas and his group to leave so the driver could take Chandler away.

Perhaps due to the upcoming shipment, Lucas arrived very early that day. I had not seen him for a few days, and he seemed a bit haggard, probably busy with his affairs.

Seeing him in the courtyard, I did not pay much attention to him. It had always been like this, and besides, he had important matters to attend to today, so he would not linger here.

I returned to my room, contemplating how to distract the two black-clad men guarding the entrance to Chandler's cell.

When Lucas entered the room, he truly startled me. He leaned back in a chair, his dark eyes fixed on me. He did not speak.

I pursed my lips, feeling annoyed by his intense gaze. While furrowing my brows, I asked, "Is there something you want?"