The Return of His Unrivaled Ex-Wife by Zara Gibbon

Chapter 587

Joanna soon made up her mind.

She took a cab to Greyport West.

She made arrangements in advance, and she found the smuggler almost effortlessly.

“Michael told me about you. How much does it cost to take me to Mossbourne?” Joanna asked.

The smuggler was a middle-aged man in his fifties, nicknamed Rooster. He was a scrawny man with a deep tan due

to his prolonged time at sea. His beady eyes were cunning and shrewdl.

“You want to go to Mossbourne?” Rooster looked at Joanna curiously.

Most people wanted to sneak into Greyport from Mossbourne and seldom vice versa.

Still, there were exceptions. Occasionally, some people would use this method to go to Mossbourne.

Joanna subconsciously lowered her cap and tried to look calm.

“It’ll take two days to get to Mossbourne. One day for us to send you to the sea boundary, you can swim to the

mainland yourself. The cost is cheap, only 1,000 dollars,” said Rooster.

“Of course, if you want to be more comfortable, we can arrange to take you across the sea boundary. Very risky for

us and will cost more. It’s 4,000 dollars.”

Joanna chose the expensive option without hesitation. “No problem. 4,000 dollars it is. When can we leave?”

Rooster took another drag on his cigarette. “We can’t leave today. We’ll have to wait.”

Joanna was puzzled. “Why?”

Rooster became impatient. “Come on, didn’t you see the weather forecast? There’s a typhoon tonight. The waves

will be strong. We can’t leave.”

Joanna was anxious. “When can we leave, then?

“Not for at least another two days,” said Rooster indifferently.

“It’s the typhoon season now. The Parrot will be landing soon. We won’t be able to leave for the next two days.”

“Please help me! I’m in a hurry. I can pay more,” Joanna said in a panic.

She could not waste any more time.

Greyport was a small place. Bruce would find her sooner or later.

Bruce’s tyrannical temper meant Joanna would suffer a fate worse than death if captured. She could not take the

risk.

Rooster’s face darkened as he stubbed out his cigarette. “This isn’t about money.

“We want to live even if you don’t. It’s a level-eight typhoon. How can our small fishing boat withstand it?

“If you’re really in a hurry, go find

Sensing that he would not

“eone else!” Rooster pursed his lips and looked indifferent.

Joanna finally

“I’ll come back when the typhoon is over!”

“Mhmm!”

promised. “All right then!”

Joanna did not say anything more. She secured the canvas

bag in her arm and turned to leave.

Rooster’s lackey walked over after she left.

“Rooster, that woman is a strange broad. She doesn’t look like someone who came to Greyport to make a quick

buck. I wonder where she came from?”

“Who cares? As long as she’s willing to pay,” Rooster said as he lit another cigarette.

As a norm, Rooster did not ply into his customers’ privacy in his line of work. Although it was unorthodox, he had to

observe the underworld’s rules.

Joanna became even more aimless after leaving Greyport West.

The weather changed gradually, and dark clouds gathered. The wind blew strongly as if it was clearing the streets

of pedestrians.

The storm was apparently about to descend.

Joanna felt the chill and tightened her jacket.

She had to find another place to stay quickly.

Although she had money, she would have to register with her identity card to stay in a better hotel. The same

regulation applied to ordinary homestays.

It was challenging to find another homestay without an identity card.

Joanna subconsciously stopped in her tracks when she passed by an overpass.

Many unemployed people and vagrants gathered under the overpass. Land in Greyport was scarce, and every inch

was worth its weight in gold. Many could not afford the tiniest house and resorted to living under the overpass.

Joanna looked around.

Many homeless people had set up mosquito nets to make independent tents. She would probably have to do the

same under the overpass if she did not want to register with her identity card.

“Forget it; I’ll make do here for two days! Joanna found an empty spot under the overpass.

Then, she found some newspapers and spread them on the ground. She also picked up a few pieces of torn

cardboard and made an enclosed space.

She had jewelry worth over 20 million dollars. Safety was her first consideration.

Therefore, she carried a stun gun and pepper spray wherever she went. In addition, she had also practiced self-

defense for many years, and ordinary people could not subdue her.

Although Joanna’s self-defense skills could protect her from harm, she was vulnerable in the face of Bruce. He had

practiced boxing and wrestling since he was young and was at the level of a coach. She could not possibly beat him.

Meanwhile, on the other side of town.

Bruce led a group of bodyguards, almost turning Greyport upside down.

Unfortunately, he still found nothing. Bruce never expected Joanna to live under the overpass.

In the blink of an eye, another day passed.

Bruce’s bodyguards did not make any progress. There was no sign of Joanna anywhere.

It was as if she had disappeared from the surface of the earth.

“Have you not found her yet?”

The bodyguards lowered their heads, not daring to make a sound..

Bruce sighed heavily. He was not in the mood to lose his temper or scold the bodyguards.

He waved his hand; his mind was perplexed. “Continue searching!”

“Yes, sir.”

“Where did you go, Joanna?” Bruce sighed before his stomach felt uncomfortable again as it was corroded by

gastric acid.

His vision darkened, and he almost fainted.

Bruce’s butler hurriedly held him up. “Mr. Everett, take care of yourself.”

Bruce took a long time to calm down before the black clouds in front of him gradually dissipated!

The butler sighed and persuaded him. “You can’t go on like this, Mr. Everett. You have to take care of your body.

“You haven’t eaten much or slept in three days. How can you endure this any longer? No one, no matter how

strong, can bear it!” The butler sighed.

“I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.” Bruce pushed him away.

Then he washed his face with cold water and rinsed his head to stay awake.

Bruce realized he could not continue searching like this.

He feared the more anxious he was to find Joanna, the more she would hide,

Bruce put a lot of thought into his next move.

He decided the children had to come forward.

The children were Joanna’s Achilles’ heel.

Bruce did not believe she would be so cruel to her own children.