Love Comes To Me
Chapter 1617: Waiting for Miss Earlene for a long time

Earlene didn't dare to stay in the place for long after she escaped from the secret passage.

She ran far away, saw a bridge hole, and without the slightest hesitation at all, she hid in it.

Although she hated the place, survival was more important now.

Earlene breathed a small sigh of relief as she hid in the hole in the bridge.

Only after she had calmed down did she realise that all this was a conspiracy.

How else could the long-used material for the human skin mask have suddenly gone wrong, causing her to be unable to disguise herself after such a long delay? And why did the police break into her house?

Moreover, it was no surprise to see her face.

It was just too much of a coincidence!

But, then, who had done this?

The only person who would suspect her identity, and be capable of doing this, was ...

Hector, could it have been him?

When did he start suspecting himself?

The last water test? No, maybe even earlier!

This man is truly terrifying!

The more Earlene thought about it, the more frightened she became, and every cell in her body screamed at her to back off and stop fighting Hector.

Now, not to mention revenge, she couldn't even dare to stay in this place, City J, anymore!

She just wanted to get out of ... and not get caught.

If she was caught again, she would never be able to see the light of day again with those charges.

What do we do now?

If she kept hiding in this place, she would probably have starved to death before the police found her.

Even if the Rawlins and Granny Bartram wanted to save her, they would probably have more than enough time to do so.

I fear that by the time they find themselves, the police will be here with handcuffs the next moment.

In that case, the only one who could help her was still Winston ...

Winston, come and help me!

Earlene kept praying in her heart.

...

Winston was also anxious when he learned about Earlene's situation.

Unlike usual, he was now being watched by plainclothes policemen from morning till night every day, so he could not help Earlene personally, otherwise he would be guilty of covering up for her. But he couldn't just sit back and do nothing when Earlene was in trouble...

What he didn't know was that the police had been watching him even more closely since Earlene's accident.

At night, it was dark and the area around Earlene's bridge was pitch black.

A beggar slowly approached the bridge in the dark.

Earlene heard a noise and became nervous, holding a wooden stick that she could use to defend herself.

She didn't want to get into a fight, she was so weak that she could barely stand up to anyone who was an adult.

Suddenly, a male voice came from behind a lowered voice: "Miss Earlene, are you here?"

Earlene's heart rate spiked and a chill ran down her back, unable to identify the other woman, she didn't dare to make a sound.

"I was sent to pick you up."

The other man said, throwing a backpack in and landing it right at Earlene's feet.

Pick her up?

Who was it?

Earlene squeezed her palms nervously before picking up the backpack and opening it, her heart dropped in her throat!

Inside were disguises and what looked like worn clothes and a wig.

It was Winston who had arranged for her to be rescued!

Only Winston could have located her, no one else could have known her location with such precision.

She dropped her own guard and made a quick disguise in the corner and changed again before stepping out of the bridge. "Let's go."

The changed Earlene, completely unrecognisable from before, said in a low voice as she walked up to the beggar.

The beggar nodded his head and took the lead in walking ahead.

The two of them had walked for a long time, and Earlene had long been a little tired, but said nothing to complain, nor did she dare to ask anything out loud.

Winston's character is very cautious, since he would send the beggar to rescue himself, the situation along the road must have been arranged, there should not be any problem.

Until three in the morning, only to reach a very dilapidated port, the beggar stopped, "get on that boat, there will be someone to take you to smuggle out of the country." Earlene looked around again.

"Don't worry, it's safe here. Just as you can see, it's been abandoned for years and not many people will come here." The beggar added.

Earlene nodded and walked up alone, a number of people inside the fishing boat were staring at her.

A boatman stepped forward, "Get in the boat, it's getting late and we have to go now."

Earlene saw a bunch of people on the fishing boat who were also trying to stow away, and without any more than a little suspicion, got on board at once.

The thought of leaving soon made her feel better and she enquired, "Where's Winston?"

The boatman shook his head gently, "He can't show up now because of the special circumstances. Don't worry, everything has been arranged and we will get you safely to where you need to go." Earlene also understood that he had a point and said nothing more.

"By the way, he asked me to give you this for him." The boatman added.

Earlene held out her hand, ready to take something.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, a pair of handcuffs locked her wrists directly.

"You! You guys!" Earlene's eyes widened as she struggled desperately to get up and try to run out.

Before she could move, the boatman pulled on the handcuffs and yanked the person to a halt, making her immobile.

The men around her stood up and surrounded her.

Joaquin removed his own cap from his head and looked at Earlene with a smirk, "Miss Earlene, we'll get you where you need to go now, safe and sound delivery guaranteed."

It took Earlene a moment to realise that the boat wasn't a stowaway, it was all police!

Even "where they're supposed to be" was different from what she had thought, they wanted to send her to jail!

Earlene's face turned pale, "You guys, how did ..."

"I was here early in the morning, waiting for Miss Earlene for a long time." Joaquin chuckled.

And it was still to Hector that the source of all this news was attributed.