Facade of Love (Yvette Scott and Idris Young)
Chapter 128

Chapter 128 Gunfight

Inch's expression remained calm as he said, "Rich people don't just like tormenting women, but men too, especially young men like me who have just come of age. They offer a lot of money, two hundred grand for a single trip. I came here for the money.

I stood stiffly, speechless for a long time.

He seemed indifferent, just giving a faint smile before looking at me. "What about you? Why does that man hate you so much? I mean, he hated you to the point of wanting you to suffer a fate worse than death"

He was of course referring to Lucas.

Why did Lucas hate me so much? I chuckied lightly, taking a shallow breath, and said softly, "Perhaps it's because an arrogant and vicious person like him can't stand the fact that he almost died at the hands of a woman like me.

This surprised Inch a bit. He looked at me sideways. "That man almost died at your hands?!

I nodded. I never wanted to talk about what happened five years ago, but now that I was close to death, it seemed there was nothing left to hide. Sighing softly, I looked up at the dark hull of the ship and said, somewhat casually, "Five years ago, I was about your age, just starting university. I trusted someone too much and ended up being sold to the border. I thought I'd never return from that living hell, but then my life took an unexpected turn.

Inch was a good listener, quietly and attentively watching me as I spoke. Seeing me pausing and looking at him, he could not help asking, "And then?"

"And then?" I took a breath and continued, "Life at the border was no different from prison. It's even more terrifying. Those buyers treated us like livestock, objects to be abused and insulted at will. Perhaps my time wasn't up yet. When I was sold to a rich businessman, Lucas took a liking to me. He kept me by his side and told me to follow him. To escape the border as soon as possible, I worked for Lucas. Since I knew the inland area, he took me with him every time he came inland. After several trips, I secretly contacted the inland police. Thanks to the information I provided, they located Lucas's lair and surrounded him. I thought he would definitely be caught, but I didn't expect him to escape from the police's siege and take me with him."

Inch's curiosity seemed piqued. He could not help but ask, "If he took you away, how did you return to the inland?"

I gave a wry smile and said, "When he took me to escape, I left clues for the police. When the police caught up with us, Lucas was about to take me to another base. But he discovered the clues I had left. In the urgent situation, to ensure he faced justice, I grabbed him and jumped off a cliff with him. I thought we would die together, but somehow, we both survived and now..." I paused, not really wanting to continue, and said with a forced smile, "Now we both wish the other were dead!"

Inch pursed his I*ps, looking at me. "Now that you're in his hands, you might...."

"Suffer a fate worse tha

Silence suddenly fell over us, and no one spoke again,

Not knowing what else there was to say, I maintained the silence.

After a while, I was the first to speak up. "Inch, if you can get out of here alive, could you do me a favor?"

"Hmm," he responded softly

I took a breath and said, "If I die here, or if I'm imprisoned forever, please go to Lake City and help

me

"Wait until you're about to die before telling me," he suddenly interrupted.

I was taken aback, then smiled, my gaze shifting to the candle that was nearly burnt out. I was not really afraid of dying, it was just hard for me to let go of my mother. My father was already gone, and Moore probably would not have any more love for my mother.

If I disappeared or died, she probably would not want to live any longer.

Bang! A loud sound jolted me from my thoughts. Inch and I were startled, exchanging wary looks.

The room was dim, and by my judgment, it seemed to be coming from some storage room at the bottom of the ship. The echoing sound of the initial bang was followed by several more.

"Gunshots!" I suddenly exclaimed, all too familiar with the sound from my experiences five years ago.

Inch looked at me, hesitating for a few seconds. "Guns?"

I nodded, my brows furrowing tightly. I had seen Lucas's yacht route. Based on our boarding time, the yacht should still be in the South Sea, still within territorial waters: Who would dare to start a gunfight so brazenly?

Could it be?

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