Elias’ Crimes and Punishments of Romance

Chapter 338 Elias… Is It Really You?

“Hunter, my nose hurts! It’s bleeding!”

Hunter, who was seized by the leg by the man lying on the ground, grew increasingly impatient and kicked him away with a forceful blow. “Get lost! It’s all your fault, you wimp! You let her escape! Just wait until I get back. I’ll deal with your *ss!”

Running frantically, Amanda dashed out of the rundown motel. The owner of the motel at the front desk stood in shock when she saw Amanda. How in the world is this beautiful woman I did not see entering my establishment now fleeing out of here?!

“Miss! You-”

The owner wanted to ask Amanda a question, but the latter paid her no mind and continued running out of the motel. Fearing she would get caught and dragged back, she glanced back every now and then.

The rough voice of a man echoed from behind. “Stop right there! Come back! Come back here!”

Amanda’s expression grew frantic. As she was still in her high heels, she kicked them off and ran barefoot.

But the next moment, she cried out in pain when she stepped on a sharp pebble. “Gah!”

Amanda had to lean against a wall and slowly inched forward when she couldn’t continue. walking. However, the man chasing her was closing in fast.

Thinking on her feet, she swiftly darted into a nearby alley and watched as the man ran past like a gust of wind.

Once she was certain he had gone far enough, she breathed a sigh of relief, stood up, limped out of the alley.

What am I supposed to do now?

to

that, her injured foot

and

even more dangerous than the slums where she had lived as a child. Every passerby

piercing stares of those who walked by and instinctively hugged her

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road even though she

and her legs were throbbing in pain on top of the initial injuries

by the roadside. When she spotted a nearby mini. convenience store, she considered going inside to borrow

for the guest who had left the hotel with a suitcase

situation. Although he guessed that the person

of danger as long as he didn’t have his eyes on her. The mere possibility of

his actions concerning this woman. If only

of his emotions, he saw a familiar figure sitting

his pitch-black.

eyes. He

head hanging low from exhaustion. The soles of her feet were still throbbing. Am I going to

to recall Elias’ phone number to

pair of polished leather shoes

eyes as she slowly raised her head and