Facade of Love

Chapter 430 Gregory Is Here

His words were incomprehensible. Before I could ask him what he was up to, he walked away.

This man had disrupted my peaceful time, and that certainly did not improve my mood.

Alice was pregnant?

Was the child Idris'?

There were some things that one could not remain indifferent to. Even though I presented myself as resolute and unconcerned in front of Lucas, how could I truly remain indifferent about the man I cared about?

This night was destined to be a restless one.

Nonetheless, time did not allow me to wallow in this discomfort. Two days later, Rebecca suddenly approached me and whispered, "Ms. Scott, someone wants to meet you."

I was momentarily taken aback, unable to comprehend the situation. I stared at her blankly, asking, "Meet me? Who?"

She pulled me aside mysteriously and led me for quite a while. Eventually, we got down to where the electric fence was set up at the base of the mountain. Electric fences surrounded the entire mountain to prevent the people inside from escaping and outsiders from entering.

To my surprise, I saw the peddler who had helped me pass messages on several occasions standing outside the electric fence.

The peddler looked at me from outside the fence and said, "Ms. Scott, your family has come."

I did not react immediately and then noticed a deeply tanned Gregory. At first, I did not recognize him until he looked at me and excitedly exclaimed, "Yvette, are you okay?"

Hearing the familiar voice and seeing his tanned face, I was shocked. How had he found this place? This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

After Gregory and the peddler exchanged a few words, I asked Rebecca to keep watch nearby.

With no one else around, Gregory asked, "Ms. Scott, are you doing well here?"

I nodded, looking at him, unable to contain my curiosity. "How did you find your way here?" I had only asked the peddler to pass on the message that I was safe. The only explanation I could think of was that Gregory had contacted the local police and found this place, but I had not expected him to arrive so quickly.

He reached into his pocket and handed me a walkie-talkie, saying, "Keep this with you. It might come in handy." After a pause, he continued, "I've seen the messages you had the peddler send me. At first, I thought it was a mistake from someone else, but later, I checked the address and realized it was near the border. I suspected it might be you, so I followed the leads several times and had the peddler help me find you. I'm glad to see you're safe."

Listening to his explanation, I nodded slightly and asked, "In this mountainous area, there are poppy fields covering possibly hundreds of acres. Can these be used as evidence against Lucas?"

He furrowed his brows slightly, thinking before replying, "I'm afraid not. We can't prove that these poppies were planted by Lucas. Moreover, in the border region, local farmers have been growing these crops for a while. While the areas are smaller, some of these fields are legally authorized. Unless we can catch him in the act of drug trafficking, we won't be able to do much against him."

His words reminded me of what Rebecca had mentioned previously about these poppies. They would be harvested and then sent to specific processing facilities before being distributed to various

countries. If that were the case, we could potentially locate the exchange points, wait for their transactions, and catch them red-handed.

Looking at Gregory, I suggested, "Since we can't take action until they actually engage in transactions, we should wait for the moment these poppies are ready for harvest and being mass processed. They will undoubtedly conduct some big deals then. We can catch them in the act, and that would be enough evidence to incriminate Lucas."

Gregory nodded slightly but furrowed his brows, asking, "Ms. Scott, are you planning to continue staying here?"

I nodded and replied, "The poppies are gathered together for processing, and it won't be long before they finish. I'll find a way to locate the exchange points and notify you when the time comes."

After a pause, I remembered Chandler and added, "By the way, I encountered an old cop here who seemed to have been undercover for Kenneth for a long time. He was eventually discovered, but it's strange that Kenneth didn't kill him. Instead, he kept him here to torture him. Can you arrange for a chance to rescue him?"