Chapter 483 Escape
Jackson stared at her last two lines, lips pressed tight.
She told him not to look for her and wished him happiness.
"But Lilian, you took my heart. How can I be happy?"
Lilian had been dancing for years and was in great shape.
A twenty-hour flight should be easy for her.
But for some reason, even though she never got airsick, she felt nauseous as soon as the plane took off.
She threw up almost everything she ate and was exhausted the whole trip.
Luckily, she eventually dozed off, but even in sleep, she wasn't at peace.
She had a nightmare, dark and oppressive.
In the dream, Jackson's figure loomed menacingly as he advanced on her step by step, his eyes burning with a fierce red glare.
"Lillian, where are you taking my child?" he demanded.
She shook her head in fear, only to have Jackson suddenly grip her throat.
"Why are you leaving? Didn't I tell you never to think about leaving me? Why are you being so disobedient?"
Lillian trembled uncontrollably, struggling to breathe. She found herself holding a knife and, in a panic, slashed at Jackson with wild, desperate movements.
Blood gushed from his wounds as he fell to the ground.
Panicking, she tried to retreat but felt Jackson's grip tighten around her ankle.
"Lillian, don't try to escape! You can't get away. No matter where you go, I will find you and bring you back!"
"Miss Young? Wake up, we're about to land."
Startled, Lillian jerked awake as her coat was yanked hard. She gasped for air, her heart pounding as Jackson's cold, harsh voice still echoed in her ears.
Her face was pale as she glanced at the man beside her.
The man's name was Caius, average in height and appearance, offering her a polite smile. But there was something unsettling about his eyes—perhaps it was the remnants of the nightmare, but he seemed unnervingly cold.
He was from the Price family, sent along with another tall man. Their job was to escort her to Valoria and provide her with a new identity.
Lillian nodded at Caius and began gathering her belongings.
Her possessions were minimal, just a large backpack.
Upon disembarking the plane, Lillian clutched her abdomen and told Caius, "I still feel unwell. I need to use the restroom one more time."
"Miss Young, just hold on a bit longer. The contact person should be here soon. We'll be on our way to the hotel shortly," Caius replied.
Lillian's face contorted in pain as she covered her mouth. "I really feel terrible."
Her condition had worsened on the flight, with persistent nausea and vomiting. Caius had no choice but to relent.
"Alright, Miss Young, go quickly."
Lillian hurried to the restroom. Inside a stall, she quickly shed her clothes and retrieved a wig and outfit from her bag, changing her appearance.
For a professional dancer, changing her look and posture wasn't too difficult.
When she emerged from the restroom, her appearance had transformed dramatically.
Now, she looked like a middle-aged woman with a heavy build, her blonde hair hidden under a hat and her skin covered with gloves.
Caius stood outside the restroom, talking on the phone and occasionally glancing at the door. Lillian guessed he was coordinating with the other tall man, who was likely out meeting the contact.
Lillian followed a foreign woman, blending in to create the illusion they were together.
She avoided drawing Caius's attention and slipped out of his line of sight without incident.
Remembering Caius' mention of the contact person being at the entrance, Lillian deliberately chose an alternate exit.
Just as she was about to find the car, a commotion erupted behind her. She looked back and saw the tall man pushing through the crowd, seemingly searching for her.
Panic set in as she tightened her hat and fled blindly.
Before she could get far, a car suddenly pulled up beside her. The door swung open, and someone quickly covered her mouth and dragged her inside.
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