Winning Her Heart Back (Emelie and William) novel Chapter 871

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.

So, when Elias later asked Ashley about their conversation, she told him nothing. This left Elias incredibly frustrated, and he spent a long time whining to her about it.

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

With that, Elias fell silent.

...

Night had fallen over Capebatt City's harbor.

It was just past eight. This particular port was always busiest during the day, with little to no activity at night. Hence, the area was quiet, almost eerily so.

A black van drove down the dock and came to a halt. As soon as the door slid open, four hulking men stepped out. They dragged out a skinny man, who was bound at the wrists and ankles and had a black hood covering his head.

One of the men pulled off the hood. A faint light from a distant lighthouse swept over the skinny man's face.

It was none other than Beathan.

Gone was the sharp, suited image of the prestigious lawyer. However, though he now looked utterly disheveled, his eyes still had that unsettling serpent-like gleam.