The Return Of His Unrivaled Ex-Wife (Joanna) novel Chapter 587

Chapter 587

Joanna soon made up her mind.

She took a cab to Greyport West.

She made arrangements in advance, and she found the smuggler almost effortlessly.

“Michael told me about you. How much does it cost to take me to Mossbourne?” Joanna asked.

The smuggler was a middle-aged man in his fifties, nicknamed Rooster. He was a scrawny man with a deep tan due to his prolonged time at sea. His beady eyes were cunning and shrewdl.

“You want to go to Mossbourne?” Rooster looked at Joanna curiously.

Most people wanted to sneak into Greyport from Mossbourne and seldom vice versa.

Still, there were exceptions. Occasionally, some people would use this method to go to Mossbourne.

Joanna subconsciously lowered her cap and tried to look calm.

“It’ll take two days to get to Mossbourne. One day for us to send you to the sea boundary, you can swim to the mainland yourself. The cost is cheap, only 1,000 dollars,” said Rooster.

“Of course, if you want to be more comfortable, we can arrange to take you across the sea boundary. Very risky for us and will cost more. It’s 4,000 dollars.”

Joanna chose the expensive option without hesitation. “No problem. 4,000 dollars it is. When can we leave?”

Rooster took another drag on his cigarette. “We can’t leave today. We’ll have to wait.”

Joanna was puzzled. “Why?”

Rooster became impatient. “Come on, didn’t you see the weather forecast? There’s a typhoon tonight. The waves will be strong. We can’t leave.”

Joanna was anxious. “When can we leave, then?

“Not for at least another two days,” said Rooster indifferently.

“It’s the typhoon season now. The Parrot will be landing soon. We won’t be able to leave for the next two days.”

“Please help me! I’m in a hurry. I can pay more,” Joanna said in a panic.

She could not waste any more time.

Greyport was a small place. Bruce would find her sooner or later.

Bruce’s tyrannical temper meant Joanna would suffer a fate worse than death if captured. She could not take the risk.

Rooster’s face darkened as he stubbed out his cigarette. “This isn’t about money.

“We want to live even if you don’t. It’s a level-eight typhoon. How can our small fishing boat withstand it?

“If you’re really in a hurry, go find

Sensing that he would not

“eone else!” Rooster pursed his lips and looked indifferent.

Joanna finally

“I’ll come back when the typhoon is over!”

“Mhmm!”

promised. “All right then!”

Joanna did not say anything more. She secured the canvas

bag in her arm and turned to leave.

Rooster’s lackey walked over after she left.

“Rooster, that woman is a strange broad. She doesn’t look like someone who came to Greyport to make a quick buck. I wonder where she came from?”

“Who cares? As long as she’s willing to pay,” Rooster said as he lit another cigarette.

As a norm, Rooster did not ply into his customers’ privacy in his line of work. Although it was unorthodox, he had to observe the underworld’s rules.

Joanna became even more aimless after leaving Greyport West.

The weather changed gradually, and dark clouds gathered. The wind blew strongly as if it was clearing the streets of pedestrians.