Chapter 250 You Really Hurt People

Dora Bush remembered the direction Arno Jones left and paced up.

After walking for a while, she was getting farther and farther away from the camp. The flashlight in her hand was of no help.

It was dark all around. This small lighting was nothing.

When the wind blew into the back of her neck, she couldn’t help shivering.

The trail was too dark and the surrounding area was awfully quiet. Though scared, she tried putting her guard up.

Arno Jones, where the hell...