~Maya’s POV~
I was sobbing in my hotel room, unsure what to do when Mishka called.
Mishka is a friend of mine who is originally from India. She’s someone I’ve known for three years. Mishka never liked Teresa. Perhaps she was able to perceive things that I was unable to. In her spare time, she moonlights as a waitress.
Me: Hello!
Mishka: Oh my God, you are a difficult woman to reach!
Where are you? There is a party being held at this hotel today for all the bigwigs, and we are down to one part-time employee. Please say yes.
Me: Well, I lost my job, so where is this hotel?
Mishka: “Archers’ hotel, put on a sultry black dress, and get your ass over here.”
She hung up the phone. At the very least, I’ll be able to make some money today. I started putting some of my clothes in the closet. I’m not sure how long this suite has been reserved. This is a complete and utter catastrophe. Perhaps I should consider selling my car and renting a small apartment instead. Besides, I hardly drive that car. I took a deep breath and let out a sigh. The thought of crying makes me feel sick to my stomach.
Suddenly, the image of Zee flooded into my mind, causing me to lose track of what I was thinking, a person who had broken my trust. I know he never told me he loved me. But we had something special. He was a little older. We even got tattoos. He vowed that he would track me down and bring me back home. Since then, my home has been with him. I was so stupid. I never had a home. No one loves me. I am now a second-hand good, not that anyone is to blame for what I did, but my father has ruined my life, and I am ashamed of myself. If Zion ever finds me, would he still keep his promise to look after me? I shrugged the thought aside and began looking for a simple little black dress.
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In front of the Archer Hotel, a Bugatti La Voiture Noire came to a complete and utter stop. Everyone in the garden was looking forward to the arrival of the enigmatic Mr. Archer, whose identity no one could guess. Mr. Archer is the only name that everyone knows. No one knew his first name, only a few people did. When the valet opened the door, a tall, slim figure dressed in a black Armani suit walked through. The attention of the guests was drawn to the gorgeous, powerful aura he emitted. The man’s entrance was anticipated by half of the individuals in the hotel garden. Everyone was certain that he was the man they had been waiting for, for a long period. As the man entered through the main entrance of the hotel, paparazzi were busy snapping images of him and his entourage. He walked down the red carpet with flashlights shining in his direction from the left and right. Allowing everyone to get a good look at his attractive features. The man went inside after a two-minute wait. Lucas, who was both his assistant and driver, led him to his assigned table. When the man arrived wearing a wedding band, the women and most families in J-City were extremely upset. People began to converse in hushed tones.
His wedding date hasn’t been announced yet. Wasn’t he rumored to be single?
The feeling of disappointment lingered for a little longer for Ivy Jones with her father, Robert Jones. The man has been looking forward to this day for a long time, but he is now quite upset because the man is now married to another woman. Who is he married to? His informants in M-City were unequivocal in their statements that the man was not married. Is it possible that they made a mistake? Robert quickly dismisses the concept as unimportant at the moment. His daughter could not marry the man, so he was looking for a backup plan. Alternatively, she could be his mistress. That thought caused the man to break into a smile and begin walking toward Zion with his family. Ivy, on the other hand, was ripping her way through a stunning crimson gown. Mr. Archer had disappointed her, but she was not prepared to give up on such a handsome man as Mr. Archer, even if he was married. When his bodyguards instructed someone to stay away from Zion, he was standing in the middle of the hall, looking around. His attention was drawn to another man, who was yelling at one of his bodyguards.
“Do you happen to know who I am? Why are you shoving me in that direction? I am Robert Jones. I have the power to make you lose your job.”
When Zion heard Mr. Jones’s voice for the first time. He chuckled, realizing that this was exactly the man he had been seeking all those times. The man who took Aya away from him. He turned to face his security and gave them the thumbs-up, an indication that everything was fine. Robert Jones and his family were able to pass through the bodyguards’ opening.