Sean was in a good mood. He glanced at Yvette and tucked her hair behind her ear.
“Don’t be afraid. We’ll be there soon. We’ll be free once we leave this place.”
Sean opened his arms, looking reckless and contemptuous.
Yvette lowered her head and remained silent.
Sean did not mind her silence.
Tate opened a bottle of red wine and handed them a wine glass each. Sean’s excited eyes were a little red.
When Sean handed the glass to Yvette, Yvette did not take it over, so he left it on the side.
The remaining three people clinked glasses. The crisp sound was lost in the helicopter’s whirring.
Sean went to Southeast Asia.
Yvette did not like it there because it was corrupted. It was a drug trafficker’s paradise.
However, Sean found it very exciting. It seemed as if he had been longing for this day.
Perhaps it was because they were no longer in Mediania, and he knew Yvette well enough to know that she did not have that much influence to do anything abroad.
Thus, he was relatively relaxed with her.
He did not arrange another accommodation for her.
Instead, Sean went to the base camp he had prepared long ago.
Yvette looked at the surroundings of this place. Unless it was heavy artillery, ordinary bullets could not penetrate this glass.
Moreover, there were so many guards around, so Yvette speculated that this must be Sean’s base.
The woman who followed them looked out the door worriedly.
At noon the next day, Tres showed up with slight injuries. The woman rushed over without hesitation, and the others laughed at the couple.
Yvette stood on the balcony on the second floor and watched the scene below.
Her eyes flickered slightly, and she felt a little embarrassed.
Suddenly, some footsteps approached from behind.
They were very light, but she could hear them.
Sean glanced down and chortled.
“Why? Do you think it’s strange that the two of them are in love?”
Yvette did not think too much about it and asked, “Do drug dealers like you have a heart?”
What she wanted to say was, “If they really thought about the future, they would not be in this business.”
The only ending that awaited them was jail or death.
Was being in love not about living a steady life?
Yvette’s question made Sean’s expression stiffen.
“You know about it?”
His voice was deep and gloomy.
Yvette hooked her lips. “I know that you’re definitely doing more than just printing counterfeit banknotes. Who still uses banknotes now? You were just trying to fool me, right?”
Sean’s eyes were cold, dark, and deep.
For a moment, it looked like a storm that was blowing across the sea, sweeping up everything in its path.
He stared at her quietly for a few seconds and scrutinized her.
“How do you know about this? Did the old master tell you?”
Sean’s subordinates would not reveal it.
The only person Yvette had come into contact with who dared to expose Sean was the old master.
In an instant, his expression turned cold.
Sean intended to create a false impression for Yvette, leading her to think that he was just printing counterfeit banknotes because that was much better than drug dealing.
Unfortunately, she still found out.
Yvette looked down coldly without moving.
“No one told me. You printed other countries’ banknotes, but you came to Southeast Asia. How are you going to spend it? I know what kind of place this is. Sean, you must’ve earned a lot when you gave me to the old master last time, huh? At least, I was worth more than what you thought, right?”
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