A Vengeful Girl novel Chapter 465

"Well…"

The people outside the hotel had already gotten through the entrance and were walking toward Charles Mu in a fierce and aggressive manner, but Charles Mu kept calm and explained everything to Linda Xia. "That necklace was only worth 80 million at most, but he spent 210 million for it…"

"Oh, I see. 210 million is a great amount of money. No wonder he wants to kill you... I guess you deserve it, "

Linda Xia mockingly scolded Charles Mu while laughing. She thought that he was joking!

Of course. How could anyone in the world dare to hurt Charles Mu!

However, just then, she heard Paul running to Charles Mu and calling out his name. When he got closer, he said, "Young Master, they are coming! Hurry up, let's get into the elevator!"

"Stop!" A shout echoed throughout the lobby. It came from someone who was running toward Charles and Paul.

It sounded like someone was chasing after them from afar. Linda Xia's heart sank because she felt that something was actually wrong. Did Charles Mu really get into trouble? "Honey, when you said that someone is trying to kill you, did you really mean that?" Linda Xia asked anxiously.

"Of course, I wasn't kidding. Honey, I have to go now. I will call you back as soon as I take care of it…" Charles Mu said gently.

"What are you going to do about it?" asked Linda Xia. Linda Xia understood that even Charles, who had great power and influence, had nothing against a local gangster, especially since it wasn't his territory. From their previous calls, Linda Xia had known that the one who had bidden for the necklace and competed with Charles Mu was a local wealthy businessman. Needless to say, he was the king of this region.

"Don't worry, honey. I have informed the Mu Security Team, and they will be here in half an hour. You should go to bed now, my dear. Don't worry about me. I will be fine, " said Charles Mu.

Then, he hung up and went into the elevator with Paul immediately because their enemies were dashing towards them. As soon as they got into the elevator, Paul pressed the buttons of several floors.

After the elevator door closed, Hanson's underlings and thugs ran straight to the reception desk, dragged up the receptionist's collar, and asked, "Which floor is that man in?" "And which room?" the man in the front asked again.

The receptionist had never seen anything like this before. She was terrified, with tears brimming around her eyes. Frightened by the threat of the thugs, she revealed Charles Mu's room number.

If Charles Mu had known that she had given his room number so easily, she would have instantly been fired. A staff of the Mu Group shouldn't yield so easily. She should feel lucky that Charles Mu was already on his way up.

In the elevator, Paul pressed the buttons of the sixth floor, the eighth floor, and the twenty-first floor…

When Charles Mu saw that Paul had pressed almost all of the buttons, he was puzzled. "Paul, what are you doing?"

"I am pressing the buttons of each floor so that they won't know which floor we are going to be on, " answered Paul.

"That won't work. We should go to my room directly. Didn't you see that young lady on duty at the reception desk? They can just compel her to tell them what my room number is. After we've gone through all the floors in this building, they would already be waiting for us in front of my room. We are wasting our time here."

Paul agreed with Charles Mu after listening to him. The weak, na?ve lady might be too shocked to call the building security.

But even if she had called security, they wouldn't be able to defeat dozens of furious men. And they wouldn't have the guts to displease Hanson by fighting with his minions. After all, he was the boss in this city.

Paul and Charles Mu stopped by each floor because Paul couldn't undo what he had done on the elevator buttons; thus, they were wasting lots of time.

When they got out of elevator on the eighteenth floor, as Charles Mu had expected, Hanson's men were waiting for them by the door of his room. There were only two VIP rooms on this floor, so it took them no time to find his room.

"Young Master, it is all my fault, " Paul said with guilt, "I should be punished after this."