When they arrived in Los Angeles, Adriana and Raylan both found a hotel nearby and checked in.
The identity document that was revealed was not her original name, but was called ‘Holly’.
Adriana dressed up a little and has changed her original appearance, so no one will easily recognize her.
In Los Angeles, where she has been working for many years and her own Hale Cobb Law Firm, the first thing she wanted to do after not returning for many years was to visit the firm at the crack of dawn.
“What are you thinking about?”
In the elevator, Raylan looked sideways and found Adriana deep in thought, wondering what she was thinking about.
The little woman in front of you, clearly a simple look, like the little sister next door, but the pair of deep eyes always give a sense of impenetrability, so people look fearful.
Raylan, on the other hand, is very curious about her.
“Nothing.”
Adriana replied with an expressionless face, and with a ding, the elevator doors opened and the two walked out.
“I’m staying in the room next to yours, so call me in time if anything happens.”
Raylan walked beside her and handed her a cell phone, “It has my phone number on it, so if you need to contact me.”
“Thanks.”
Adriana said a thank you, wrinkled her brow, and asked, “When is the mission going to take place?”
As she stepped out of the elevator, she surveyed her surroundings, a habitual move she had trained during her years on the island.
When she found no one around, she asked without any worries.
“You can take a day off.”
Raylan clarified the timing.
“Good.”
Adriana responded and swiped her room card to go back to her room.
Put down the luggage, went to the bathroom and took a hot bath, an hour later, changed into a bathrobe she walked out, stood in front of the window, looking at the night in Los Angeles, everything is so familiar, even let her can feel a trace of warmth.
Gradually melting that one already frozen heart.
But for some reason, she always had a vague pain in her heart that caused her pain.
It’s just that in front of people, she’s not very good at showing it.
In the room on the wine cabinet to take down a bottle of red wine, open, pour a glass of red wine, Woody sipped a sip, while drinking red wine, while enjoying the night view.
Although her eyes reflected the flowers and neon of Los Angeles, her mind had already drifted away.
Luis, Helen, Peter, Alvin, Jenkins, Anne, Vivian …
All the people she cared about and loved, the familiar faces of each and every one of them flashed through her mind and she wondered about them.
Adriana prides herself on not being cold-blooded and having feelings, how could she not miss them.
So, he took out his phone, clicked on the browser and typed in above – Peter.
Just when she wanted to go searching, she hesitated a bit.
She didn’t dare.
That year, when there was a car accident, everyone’s thought she was dead, and she told herself in her own mind, you’re a dead man.
In this world, there is no longer that woman named ‘Adriana’.
Hesitantly, the three words in the input box were deleted again.
Drop the phone and have another glass of red wine.
Finally, she searched for some news about Peter with her phone after all.
Then, the search engine showed news from two and a half years ago.
That means that after she disappeared, there was no news of Peter?
At that moment, Adriana’s heart stuttered, some nervousness, inexplicable trepidation and fear.
Peter’s group is quite famous both at home and abroad, so how is it possible that news about him could not be searched for a figure so high up in the world?
Adriana had a hard time sleeping through the night and early the next morning.
After washing up, he pulled open the door to his room and walked out, seeing Raylan standing by on the way out.
“What a coincidence, you’re going down for dinner too?”
“Waiting for you.”
“What is it?”
“It’s okay.”
The chat between the two is always so uninteresting, everywhere indifferent and detached.
We got off the elevator together and went to the sixth floor for dinner.
Adriana ordered some of her old favorite breakfast items.
It wasn’t long before the waiter brought the breakfast over, and Raylan glanced at the breakfast in front of her and asked, “You like pasta very much?”
Soup dumplings, crystal shrimp dumplings, egg rolls, and pancakes.
It’s all pasta.
“I like it better in the morning.”
The corners of Adriana’s lips lifted up in a light smile, as if she remembered eating with Helen in a Chinese restaurant in Los Angeles a few years ago.
She also didn’t expect the food and beverage department of this hotel to start having Chinese food as well.
Adriana looked down and ate and noticed Raylan staring at her and couldn’t help but frown, “You can eat if you want, I can’t eat it all by myself.”
Raylan took a sip of his coffee and shook his head, “I’ve rarely seen you smile, it’s quite a nice smile.”
A sentence if another person said, there are a few flirtatious meaning, but is from Raylan’s mouth, but let her some surprise.
“Laughing?”
Adriana subconsciously reached up and touched her cheek, “No, I guess.”
“I’m curious about the old you, what it was like.”
The man across the table eats his sandwich, chewing on it and asking questions as he does so.
“Sorry, the old me … I forgot about that too.”
She won’t talk about it.
On the island, all people do not ask each other’s identity and before, this is the unspoken rule.
With someone as by-the-book as Raylan, it’s hard for Adriana to imagine why he would ask this question.
Adriana ate for a while, felt a little full, raised her eyes to see the time, it was already nine in the morning.
“Take your time eating, I’ll leave you to it.”
“Where to go, I’ll accompany you.”
“No need. I know Los Angeles better than you.”
Adriana put down an expressionless sentence, carried the shoulder bag and left.
Both before and now, she prefers to carry a duffel bag.
Like seems to be from the year to take care of Helen nurtured, when the little girl is still small, go out with bottles, milk powder, diapers and so on, so carrying a duffel bag on the habit.
After leaving the hotel, I stopped a car and went directly to Hale Cobb Law Firm.
More than two years have not returned, everything is so familiar and a little strange.
The address remained the same, and Adriana took the elevator to the Hale Cobb Law Firm on the 15th floor.
Standing at the entrance of the office, watching many customers coming in and out, I couldn’t help but feel that Anne was indeed capable of managing the law firm so well in just a few years?
“May I ask who you are looking for?”
Adriana walked in, and the receptionist came up to ask.
“I’m looking for … Anne.”
“You’re looking for our president? Sorry, our president hasn’t … come on, come on.”
The receptionist pointed in the direction of the door and called out, “Mr. Cobb, there’s someone here to see you.”
Adriana turned around and saw at a glance that Anne, dressed in a black professional outfit with short hair and dressed in a very neutral but handsome way, walked in the doorway.
“You wanted to see me?”
Anne stepped forward and smiled at her with hooked lips, “I wonder what area of business you want to consult?”
“Consult …”
Adriana thought for a moment, pondering what business she wanted to consult on, and finally said, “Divorce.”