A Second Chance at Forever

Chapter 442

When Eleanor saw the message from Mr. Law, she was quite surprised.

Mr. Law hadn’t replied to her messages for months. She thought he was done with her, but he actually replied this time.

She held her phone nervously and asked Pearce, “Do you remember Mr. Law? He replied to me and wants to meet up.”

Pearce took her phone, glanced at it, and confidently said, “Set up the meeting, I’ll help you handle him!”

Eleanor remembered the last time in the hospital parking lot when Mr. Law was indeed scared off by Pearce, so she believed him.

She started typing on her phone, then looked at Pearce with a puzzled face.

“When should I meet him? Where? And how do we catch him?”

They shouldn’t rush into a meeting without a plan, or they might get themselves into trouble.

Pearce grabbed her phone and quickly typed, “Tomorrow night at 10, Oceanview Hotel, room 2203. See you there.

Eleanor frowned when she saw that he had set the meeting at a hotel. “Why a hotel?”

Pearce raised an eyebrow, “Isn’t his goal to sleep with you? He wouldn’t come out if it’s not at a hotel.”

thought about it, and it was true that Mr. Law had tried

month ago, when he stabbed her arm just for that purpose.

hatred rose, and she clenched her fists. “This time, I must find a way to

calmer than Eleanor, “Let’s see

when

when he saw the message about meeting at a

stared at the chat, reading it over and

take the initiative to

still replied quickly: [See you there]

purpose was.

phone back to Eleanor after seeing the reply, “See? He agreed to meet at a hotel right away,

ignored Pearce’s sarcasm, worriedly asking, “Now that the time and place

hotel is owned by my master. The staff there will follow my

Pearce suggested, “It would be safer to bring the police when we catch Mr. Law.”

“Tomorrow, I’ll go to the police, and you arrange the hotel. We’ll split up and take action!”

from Eleanor, a smile gradually appearing in his

Bernard removed the syringe from his hand and went

on a custom–made white shirt and tidied his wet

figure were reflected in