In the next moment, Alex heard a loud reprimand, “Damn it, are you here to solicit customers?”
“Behave yourself, or I’ll break your leg!”
The gigolo looked pitifully to Cheyenne for help, “Sis, can you please control your boy, he’s so fierce.”
Cheyenne felt goosebumps all over her body when she heard the soft voice.
“I can’t stand it.”
Alex was taken aback, thinking that Miss Lawrence had been bewitched by that pretty boy and was about to remind her that he was not to be messed with.
“Policeman, go find a black headscarf.”
“Huh?”
Why find a headscarf all of a sudden?
Could it be more fun to cover the face?
The gigolo eagerly waited, thinking that a headscarf was nothing compared to the wild games he played with a rich woman before, who enjoyed tying him up with ropes.
Although puzzled about what Miss Lawrence wanted to do, Alex obediently went to find a black headscarf and brought it over.
“Miss Lawrence, is this okay?”
“It’s fine. Go cover his face for me, or I won’t be able to resist messing up that face.”
Cheyenne thought, “How can such a despicable man resemble Omari?”
The gigolo was stunned.
He had indeed been deceived by this lady’s good looks; she was clearly ruthless.
Seeing the man with his face covered by the headscarf, leaving only his neck and below exposed, Cheyenne felt much more comfortable.
“Alright, go ahead and ask.”
“Yes.”
Upon learning that this was a police station, and the beautiful woman was fierce, Enrique cooperated well and dared not make any more jokes.
She quickly obtained some useful information from him.
The female journalist and the male assassin were indeed Elsa’s people, and tonight Elsa intended to kill the traitor Maria.
However, he was interested in Maria and thus switched the drugs.
Upon hearing about the type of drug, Cheyenne’s disgust deepened, and she coldly instructed Alex,
“If Maria has been drugged, she shouldn’t have gone far. Get a few people to search for her and bring her back at all costs.”
“Yes.”
Lastly, the name of the male assassin, the gigolo had only heard his voice over the phone.
Elsa called him “Mr. Foley.”
“Surname Foley?”
This surname was not common in Akloit, especially since her husband’s last name was Foley… Associating it with the fact that someone familiar with her hated her deeply.
An immediate name surfaced in Cheyenne’s mind – Vincent Foley!
“Yes, I should have thought of it earlier. Someone who hates me so much and is so familiar with me… Vincent, I never expected him to dare to come back.”
Back then, his family members were ambitious, seizing control of the company from Grandpa while Kelvin and she were missing on the island.
After Kelvin returned safely, the first thing he did was to bring Grandpa back, and then he ruthlessly kicked Vincent out of that position.
Old Mr. Foley, disappointed in Vincent’s family, eventually kicked them out of the old mansion.
Vincent, who had used improper means to seize the position of the heir and steal The Foley family’s property, should have been imprisoned.
Grandpa spared him for the sake of their relationship.
For many years, there had been no news from Vincent’s family, and Cheyenne thought they had immigrated abroad.
Across a glass wall, Gordon, who was listening outside the interrogation room, quickly reacted and waved to call two subordinates over.
“You guys go to the Foley family and also check if there is a patient named Vincent in the mental hospital.”
“Yes.”
The stormy waves of last night all subsided into calm as the night passed.
Outside the window, it was brightly lit, with snowflakes floating in the sky, making the world quiet as if freshly born, all in silver white.
The woman lying in bed was awakened by a cold wind, reluctantly opening her beautiful eyes.
Above her head was an unfamiliar ceiling, with a simple yet chic chandelier.
“Where am I?”
Maria’s memory was still stuck on last night when she was drugged and encountered Enrique after leaving the Vintage Club.
As she moved, a dull ache spread through her body, feeling as if she had climbed mountains all day.
Her face changed drastically as she lifted the blanket and looked down.
She was only wearing a white shirt, with bruises on her slender thighs, one after another. Trying to calm herself as she got out of bed and dressed, Maria’s hands trembled uncontrollably, her face pale, shivering with disbelief – how could this have happened?
Did she sleep with that man?
At that moment, heavy footsteps sounded from the doorway, and the man pushed open the door.
“Click-”
Maria instinctively turned to look.
As the door opened, snowflakes drifted in, and the man stood in front of her against the light.
His hair was dusted with silver snowflakes, accentuating his clear and handsome face, with a slight hint of surprise in his eyes.
Then he smiled, “Are you awake?”
Upon seeing Maria’s tired face devoid of color, he couldn’t help but feel concerned and quickly closed the door, shutting out the cold air.
“Maria, are you okay? Do you feel unwell somewhere? Last night, I…”
Before he could finish his sentence, Maria interrupted him, “Did we sleep together last night?”
A faint blush appeared on Sean’s handsome face, as he nodded belatedly.
Carrying the breakfast he had just bought from outside, he walked towards her, “Yes.”
Maria felt a mixture of feelings, realizing she had slept with Sean.
She was glad that she slept with Sean instead of that gigolo.
At the same time, she was engulfed in deep self-blame, as he was her sister’s love interest.
Seeing her changing expressions, Sean thought Maria was upset about the previous night and softened his heart.
Regardless, she was just a girl.
And as a man, he felt responsible for the mistakes he made.
“Maria, rest assured, I will take responsibility for you. When we return, I will go find Quinn and apologize to him.”
Hearing Quinn’s name, Maria felt irritated – she propped herself up on the bed with her hands, her pretty feet touching the ground.
Getting ready to get out of bed.
“What does it have to do with Quinn?”
“Huh?”
Sean took a deep breath and whispered, “But isn’t he… your boyfriend?”
To which Maria responded indifferently with a smile, tinged with irony and self-mockery, “His mother never really liked me and didn’t agree with us being together. Quinn dared not defy his family, so we broke up.”
They broke up the day before she carried out her plan.
She had decided to leave Akloit for good after completing the last task assigned by Elsa.
But unexpectedly, she had gotten involved with Sean.