The night wind spun some dried leaves in the air for a moment before they fell to the ground.
The security guard in the security room was suddenly awoken by the gust of wind.
He looked in front with sleepy eyes, vaguely seeing a dark shadow flash past, but when he blinked, it was gone.
Strange, was he dazzled?
He stood up and rubbed his eyes but saw nothing after looking around so he sat down again.
Celine dared not stop moving in fear that somebody would catch up to her.
She ran until she reached the main road and let out a sigh of relief.
She stood there leaning on her knees. It was only at that point where she had time to think, who let her out?
If she saw correctly, someone walked out when she woke up.
She was sure that the set of keys together with the mobile phone and the opened door was this person’s intention.
Who was she?
Why did she do it?
Did she know her?
Celine stood there and suddenly thought if she ran away like this, would it be considered a prison break?
It may not be as she was not convicted and was only detained temporarily.
Still, she was not at peace.
After all, Sylvia had just told her to stay put in the police station as they would think of a way to rescue her.
However, she had escaped and would not be able to justify herself when the time came.
Celine was not afraid until that moment. She only cared about escaping and only now she remembered that if she did that, it was no different than a prison break!
What could she do?
Go back?
No, she could not.
She would not be able to explain if she did.
She closed her eyes and only felt her temples ache when the cold wind blew. Her mind was a mess and there was nothing she could think of.
At this moment, the mobile phone sounded.
She was surprised and looked at the phone to find a text message.
Gripped by anxiety and trembling fingers, she opened it.
It was a photo of a beach and a woman dressed in a long skirt was facing the sun with a smile.
Behind this photo was an address, it was a Tranquil Dwelling address.
Celine widened her eyes.
Nell Jennings? She was on the island?
No wonder she could not find Nell even if she overturned all of Jincheng.
She had already left long ago!
This b*tch!
Celine gritted her teeth but immediately had a thought, who sent this text message?
The sender only had an email address. If the sender had the intention to hide their identity, it was not possible to track them down with just the email address.
However, whoever sent this photo was not out to harm her.
After all, everyone knew the importance of Nell’s whereabouts to her!
Thinking of this, a sinister smile grew on Celine’s face.
‘Nell, just wait and see!’
‘So you want to frame me? I’ll personally catch you with my own hands, then I will see how you’re going to explain to the media and the public!’
That night, Celine bought a black market boat ticket to Tranquil Dwelling, ready to track a person down.
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: Spoiled by the President