After returning from the café, Kelvin went straight back to the hotel.
Knowing that someone was monitoring his movements, he tried to minimize his activities and interactions with others in order to appear nonchalant. As he passed through the lobby, Kelvin encountered the charming woman in ethnic attire again, but he paid her no attention and left with a cold expression.
The woman, undeterred by his indifference, approached him with a sweet smile and said, “Good afternoon, Mr. Foley. How was the taste of that bottle of wine from last time?” Unfortunately, she was met with Kelvin’s silent dismissal as if he hadn’t even heard her.
Watching the man’s proud departure, the woman clenched her teeth in frustration. “Did he not drink the wine yet? If he had, he couldn’t possibly have no reaction. It seems he truly hasn’t touched it… What a waste of her carefully laid plans.”
Seeing this scene, other female staff in the hotel started mocking the woman from behind. “She really thinks she’s a catch, believing that any man can’t resist her temptation?”
“Yeah, if it were me… I’d rather go to a bar and find a prostitute than have her, gross!”
“Mr. Foley seems like a man of integrity, not even letting us touch his clothes. Someone’s scheme is bound to fail.”
… Overhearing the discussion about herself, the woman’s eyes reddened in an instant. She turned fiercely towards them and snapped, “If you have the guts, say it to my face. What’s with the scheming behind my back?”
“I know, you’re just jealous of my looks, that’s why I’m more popular than you all.” With that remark, the woman lifted her chin proudly and strutted away like a victorious warrior, leaving the others bewildered.
Early the next morning, the woman changed into a red, seductive bodycon dress paired with black stockings and high heels, exuding unmatched allure. She wore a beret on her head and pushed a trolley towards Kelvin’s door.
Glancing at the familiar room number, she took out the room key from her purse. “I don’t believe he can resist the temptation when a woman throws herself at him!”
She had encountered fake gentlemen before; one man in particular liked to wear an all-white suit, his handsome face resembling a prince from a Western court-elegant and charming, but a complete pervert.
Click. The room key was inserted, and the door unlocked. She took a deep breath and pulled her dress up a bit to reveal more of her legs, then pushed the door open with satisfaction.
In a sweet, gentle voice, she called out at the door, “Mr. Foley… Are you up? I have your breakfast… It’s best to eat while it’s hot.”
To her surprise, the living room was empty. Assuming he might still be in the bedroom, she pushed the door open and looked inside, only to be dumbfounded. The bedroom was empty-judging from the neatly folded blankets, the man must have left early in the morning.
But it was only 7:30 AM!
In reality, Kelvin had gotten up at 5 AM. In order to shake off those monitoring him, he disguised himself and left the hotel intentionally.
The waitress on duty in the lobby was sound asleep, she didn’t even ask for a deposit and just left.
Not to mention spending the night with a wealthy man, the woman didn’t even touch a single hair of his from start to finish, she stomped her foot in anger.
Swiftly pulling out a spare phone, she dialed a number with only digits and no label.
“Hello, sir… I have something to report to you about the man you asked me to watch…”
The woman gritted her teeth and, with determination, declared, “He’s missing!”
Soon, a chilling voice came from the other end of the phone, a death sentence from the man.
“Mission failed, go to the hospital to collect your mother’s body, and don’t contact me again.”
Upon hearing this, the woman turned pale with fear and quickly begged the mysterious man, “Sir! Sir, please let me explain…”
The line had been disconnected.
From the beginning, she had done it all for her mother’s illness. The man promised that as long as she helped him design Kelvin, her mother could receive free treatment.
Sadly, her failure meant her mother would soon be kicked out of the hospital.
“It’s over, it’s all over.”
On the other side, a shiny black ordinary Volkswagen car left the hotel’s underground parking lot, driven by a young man in a black short-sleeved shirt.
Sitting in the passenger seat was a plump man.
The plump man was tall with long legs that had nowhere to rest when seated in the car. His face was mostly covered by a thick beard, and he sported a rough, messy curly hairstyle.
Only his long, bright eyes and high, firm nose stood out.
If Mr. Foley hadn’t called him, Uriel would almost have mistaken the man in front of him for Mr. Foley from yesterday.
After all, one was handsome and cold, and the other was fat and rugged… it was hard to imagine they were the same person.
“Mr. Foley, we are now heading to Yunard, about 120 kilometers away. It will take approximately one and a half hours. You can rest a bit in the car.”
Kelvin used to wake up at five in the morning for exercise at home, so it wasn’t much of a challenge for him, no need to rest.
“No need, our time is limited, you can tell me about the information you currently have on the way so we can be prepared.”
“I was being watched yesterday, so it wasn’t convenient to talk. But it’s clear now.”
Uriel praised Kelvin’s decisive and efficient work style. Normally, a rich man like him wouldn’t need to personally handle such matters, but he still came.
“Yes, what we know so far is that this is not a simple case of human trafficking; it may involve the Gang of Tigers in the Golden Triangle area.”
“Dealing with such transnational cases is tricky, so we don’t dare to act without solid evidence, for fear of disrupting the balance between us.”
The Golden Triangle area is known worldwide as a “three-no-zone,” breeding various rogue forces.
The relationships between these gangs are intricate, sometimes involving their respective countries, making it a delicate situation.
Those who have been to the border know not to easily step into that place, as the darkness there is unimaginable!
Unfortunately, this time Kelvin’s tracking of Omari led to the seller behind Juan’s case operating in the Yunard.
Whether those people are from that triangular area, and whether it’s related to Omari’s disappearance, will all be revealed when meeting the seller tomorrow.
Kelvin wasn’t a man of many words, and after discussing work with Uriel, the car fell into silence once again.
Time continued to flow by, inching closer to their destination.