Chris's eyes rested on Nina's hand holding his wrist.
White skin, thin bones, she looked pale and fragile. She, who had never been able to touch a man, now took the initiative to hold his wrist, and his heart crossed with a hint of strangeness.
Though only for a moment, Nina shakily retracted her hand.
"What are you going to do?" Suddenly, Chris reversed his grip on her, "You're coming with me. I'll get you to safety."
Nina shook her head, "I can't. If I leave, my brother will be the first to react and destroy the accounts in time to erase the traces of overseas. In this way, it may not be possible to put him to death."
She got a little anxious, "Get out of here."
Chris is not at ease, "You stay here, in case it is found out that you are the one who leaked the information, what will you do?" Senator Hughes, whom he had seen before, would never be soft. It is hard to imagine how cruel Senator Hughes would treat Nina if he knew she was the one who sold him out.
No matter what, he can't do a bridge too far.
What's more, now Nina doesn't even have a chance to go to seminary.
She can't be a nun.
Nina cowered in the corner and pushed him away.
"Don't mind me, quick, someone's coming."
Chris heard it too, far away, with some movement.
There was no time to dilly-dally, he hastily opened the top and left through the cellar, hiding behind the trees, and sure enough, not far away, two servants were approaching. He deftly hid behind a tree, backed up little by little, and then left over the wall.
The air is extraordinarily fresh in the quiet morning.
A deep sniff, a cold implication, made his mind fresher. Anyway, first send the evidence to Karl, lock Senator Hughes' overseas account, get the hard evidence, and then he will come back to save Nina.
No matter what, at least get her to a safe place.
After Chris leaves, Nina wraps herself tightly in his jacket, rolls up the bloodstained sheet to hold two jars of pickles, and leaves through the cellar.
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