Facade of Love (Yvette Scott and Idris Young)
Chapter 432 Look For Me at Lake City’s the Youngs’ Old Manor

As long as everything went smoothly, Chandler could safely return home.

With everything arranged, Gregory looked at me and asked, "Is Chandler the only person kept here in the mountains? Are there no others?"

It was strange when you think about it. When I first arrived here, there were quite a few people from our country kept here in the mountains. There were men and women forced into free labor, and those who did not want to work were coerced into asking for money from their families or friends. Those who were disobedient had their legs broken or their internal organs gutted and thrown to fertilize the soil of the poppy field.

However, I noticed that the number of people in the dark cell had gradually decreased in recent days. These past two days, there was no one left. It seemed like all of them had been taken away. Seeing me in silence, Gregory asked, "What's wrong? Is there something unusual going on?"

I shook my head and bit my lip, saying, "There used to be quite a few people kept here, but recently, it seems like there are none left. I don't know if it's because they're done with the poppy work here and don't need labor anymore, so they've all been taken away."

Gregory nodded slightly, "That's a possibility."

That was the only possibility I could think of. After chatting with Gregory, I returned to the mountains with Rebecca.

As I entered the secret room where Chandler was held, I realized I had not seen him for a few days. During this time, he seemed to have regained some of his spirit. His complexion did not look as haggard as before, and he no longer resembled a frail old man.

When he saw me, he caught sight of the food I brought and said, "Young lady, you seem to be getting more and more freedom here."

I smiled and handed him the food, saying, "Mr. Copper, it won't be long before I can get you out of here."

All his attention was on the food. When he heard my words, he raised his gaze slightly and looked at me. After a moment's pause, he asked, "Getting me out of here? Why? Have you and your police friend figured out a way to escape?"

Seeing that he did not seem to take my words seriously, I said, "The poppies will be harvested soon. When the people here are busy transporting them out, we'll try to escape while there are fewer people around."

He raised an eyebrow, looking at me, and asked, "Are you planning to escape with me? Or is there someone else?"

I shook my head, looking at him, and said, "I do want to return to my country, but it's not the right time yet. You should go back first. When I finish what I need to do here and return to my home country, you owe me a meal. Also, you haven't told me any of your thrilling stories from your many years on the border."

Thinking of this, I could not help but ask, "By the way, Mr. Copper, is your home in Lake City? If you go back first, how can I contact you when I return?"

He looked at me and paused slightly before saying, "If we truly are able to go back, our encounter can be considered fate. When the time comes, you can look for me in Lake City. Ask for me at the Youngs' Old Manor."

I was stunned, and for a few seconds, I could not replace the words to respond.

Seeing my surprise, he asked, "What's wrong? Do you know the Youngs of Lake City?"

I nodded, not knowing how to explain that I was the ex-wife of the current chairman of the Youngs family business in Lake City. It was difficult to explain. After hesitating for a few seconds, I looked at him and asked, "What's your relationship with Lake City's Young family? Are you close relatives?"

His last name was Copper, and in all the years I had been associated with the Youngs, I had not heard of such a relative. I was genuinely curious.

He smiled lightly, then nodded slightly, and said, "Well, if you and I are lucky enough to return, you'll replace out. But..."

He did not finish his sentence and let out a soft sigh.

I did not know why he seemed so disheartened, but then I realized that he had spent many years here, attempting to escape numerous times with no success. Now, suddenly being told that he could escape again, he probably did not have high hopes about it.

With that in mind, I did not press the matter further and simply said, "Mr. Copper, no matter what, you have to believe me. I can get you out of here."

He nodded slightly, and in his aged eyes, there was a hint of melancholy as he said, "I should have died a long time ago. Whether I can get out or not doesn't matter anymore. Child, if you really have the ability to do this, just promise me one thing."

Hearing this, I nodded slightly and asked, "Please tell me."

He said, "The border defenses are built upon the bones of our compatriots. If you can contact the border police and replace this place, you must make sure they root out the vermin on this land. Lucas is just one leg of the centipede. The real scourge of this land is Kenneth Ludin."