Chapter 589: Better Be Prepared

I've never seen anything like that before. I feel really shaken.

Standing where I am, I don't dare move.

In fact, everyone present stand there without movement.

Besides Frances who is twisting like crazy.

"You're under arrest on suspicion of drug trade. You're surrounded by us. Hands up and don't move."

With so many guns pointed at, who would dare to move?

Anyone who tries to escape will be shot dead immediately.

After my heart steadies to its regular rhythm, hopes come back to me.

The police are here. Frances is saved!

They march forward and take everyone under control.

We are all handcuffed. I know I'm going to the FBI, but I don't care at all.

All I care about is Frances.

He is the one and only reason why I come here.

Leaving everything behind, I shout at the FBI, "Save him! He's taken drugs! Save him!"

In desperation, I forget to change my voice and therefore, it is a husky female voice.

Right now, I don't give a shit if I'm exposed



Frances is taken away by two policemen and carried to a speedboat. The rest of us are taken to
another boat.

We are under their guns all the time.

Mike cocks his head from side to side, then he pushes away the policeman beside him and jumps into
the sea.

The police then shoot into the sea. With the dim light, I see the water turning red.

Hilda stares blankly at what is occurring in front of her. She will be in great trouble if she follows Mike's
lead.

Soon, two policemen recover Mike's body.

The speedboat on which Frances is on arrives at the shore first, and the police quickly transfer him to
the hospital.

We arrive later and are sent to the FBI.

I take off the makeup on my face and reveal myself.

The policewoman is slack-jawed when she sees me.

After a short interrogation, I am released.

It's easy for them to uncover who a person is. I'm innocent, and I'm not afraid of being investigated.

Before coming out, I ask her which hospital Frances is in.

But she doesn't tell me.



They haven't arrested all Hilda and Mike's men, so Frances can't see anyone as a material witness.

And they keep Frances' condition as a secret too.

But, I want to know if he is alive or dead. I want to know how he is.

The way he lies on the boat just now scares me.

Tears roll down my cheeks.

The policewoman takes pity on me, saying, "What is your relationship with him?"

"I am his..."

Halfway through, I am lost for words.

Right now, I have nothing to do with him. He is Hilda's legal husband.

"I'm his ex-wife."

As my last resort, I look at her eagerly.

But in the end, I hear nothing about him.

I stand at the door of the FBI, not knowing what to do or where to go.

After everything is settled, I am at a total loss.

Frances. Frances.

Frances is all I think about.



I want to see him. I want to see him. I have to see him. I need to see him no matter what he looks like
now, whether he is alive or dead!

But what should I do? Where should I go?

My heart is filled with helplessness and despair.

It isn't until I see Linda come out that I see hope again.

Perhaps, she has access to it!

Linda is relieved to have Hilda captured, so she doesn't refuse my request and locates Frances a little
later.

However, I feel her expression changes somehow.

"How is he? Where is he now?"

Linda says huskily after gazing at me for a while, "You'd better be prepared. He..."


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