
Emilia continued to try to run as far as possible from a place more precisely called a hell, barefoot and with a fairly disheveled appearance.
He ran past everyone, no matter how many hundred pairs of eyes he looked at, for his most important came out first from within the vicious circle.
The blazing sun clearly dazzled his eyes, he knew the most appropriate escape during the day, for if during the day he could easily blend in with the crowd, he could easily mingle with the crowd, while escaping at night is the same as he is looking for death.
But the silly question at this time, where is the direction of his run? with a few dollars, a cell phone and nothing in hand.
Should I pretend to be a beggar?
emilia said in her heart.
A long escape leads her towards the underground station, Emilia continues to run around trying to buy tickets anywhere as long as it is away from that hell.
Where do you think your old friends were? were there friends in the past? or had moved all the way to a place he didn't know about.
Although many pairs of eyes were staring strangely and uneasy at Emilia's appearance, the girl still continued to drag her steps to rush in among the densely packed passengers on the subway, with trembling hands Emilia tried to contact someone with her mobile phone.
But failed again.
Whither? whither?
he thought where his friend was, it had been 2 days he tried to contact his friend but could not connect at all.
The luck of Emilia, she is quite good at using French, so it does not cause suspicion for everyone.
Emilia knew Lincoln was obviously a powerful man, she could have tracked him down after this, which is why Emilia thought she needed someone who could help her.
As the train stopped at a station that Emilia was heading to, she quickly descended and ran from there, heading towards the stairs, starting to climb up to look for a way out.
I don't know how many hours Emilia Like this, turning around looking for the real road without purpose, until the sun looks to start setting perfectly.
Until finally Emilia tried to find a taxi in front of her, waving her hand in a quick movement.
Several cars passed by him until a taxi quickly stopped in front of Emilia, the driver glanced and asked.
"Where's miss?"
Emilia did not immediately reply, entering hurriedly from the right side of the car.
But the forms of a man entered simultaneously with Emilia from her left, they met each other face to face when they were in their respective sitting positions.
"Mother's wives and ladies?"
"No"
"Yes"
Emilia and the man answered simultaneously.
The man scrunched his forehead.
"My master needs your help"
Suddenly Emilia spoke to the man beside her.
He thought maybe God was sending him a savior, how could it be all just a coincidence at this time.
"Help me to this address"
Emilia gave up a piece of paper towards the man.
The man seemed to try to read it, then turned to the driver, mentioning the address that Emilia was referring to.
"Thank you very much"
Emilia said while bowing her head.
"Sir...?"
He hung up his sentence, not knowing what the man's name was.
"Gerry Lyn, you can call my name Gerry "
Emilia nodded her head quickly.
Gerry Lincoln quickly glanced at the driver in front of him, as if to say.
You did your job so well.