When Love Turns to Ashes (Beatrice and Caden) novel Chapter 453

Chapter 453 

Who sold it? 

Madelynn appeared clearly aware of something, but she had always been with Caden. 

What is the deal with the jumble of fragments in her mind? 

She tried hard to recall, but she had no memories of either life. 

The more she thought, the more complicated it became, and in the end, she even imagined herself starving. 

I got up and picked up the menu next to the phone. When I opened it, there were no dishes priced below four digits. 

Although Ryan gave her a card, she had to make plans for herself in the future. 

She thought for a moment and then got up to put on her clothes. 

Online, it is said that the night market snacks in Burlington are particularly famous. 

There were plenty of strategies available with just a casual search. 

Beatrice took a taxi to the nearest snack street. 

Menu 

The aroma of food indeed made her feel better. She opened her phone and started searching for the snacks recommended by her online friends. “Oil–splashed noodles on the left, and the fried dough is on… this side? No, wait, it’s on the east side…” 

Anyone who has used a map knows that, upon opening it, the first thing to do is to spin around in place and find the direction of the arrow. Beatrice noticed that three mismatched men were following her as she spun around. 

Although they were wearing the most ordinary black jackets and pretended to be shopping when she turned around, their expressions still betrayed them. 

Completely different from the relaxed atmosphere around them, the expressions of these two individuals were almost identical, clearly indicating that they had received professional training. 

Beatrice did not run away immediately, but pretended to continue looking for snacks and headed towards crowded places. 

She didn’t start running until she completely hid herself in the crowd. 

But as soon as Beatrice entered the crowd, they dispersed and surrounded her, proving their professionalism. 

Beatrice looked at the approaching people in front and behind her, feeling a bit flustered. 

Suddenly, a hand reached out from the crowd and pulled her over. Before she could react, she was embraced by the man in front of her. There was also an extra gun in his hands. 

The man’s hands wrapped around her hands as he raised the gun, his warm cheek pressed against her ear, and he said in a low voice mixed with the smell of tobacco, “Focus.” 

Beatrice was a little confused until the balloon in front of her burst, and then she dared to believe that the man behind her was real.