Tristan and Jennifer were chatting and laughing with Paige in the VIP room on the central island. There would be the last feast tomorrow. Tristan would speak on the stage to celebrate the successful completion of the feast at Harvey Mansion.
When Lexie returned to the VIP room, the feeling of panic and fear gradually subsided.
Feeling cold for a while, thinking of the mink shawl, Lexie couldn't help frowning and shouting, "Hanna, where is my mink shawl? Put it on me quickly. It's so cold."
But after calling Hanna a few times in a row, Lexie didn't hear any answer. She was stunned. Suddenly, she had a bad feeling.
Then she quickly ordered the security guards to find Hanna.
After sitting next to Tristan for almost an hour, Lexie saw the security guards came back and they said that they didn’t see Hanna. Lexie's eyelids immediately twitched.
She had called Hanna’s cell phone many times. But Hanna’s phone was powered off.
Where would Hanna go? According to her habit, it was impossible for her to leave Lexie. Besides, she was assigned tasks at this banquet.
Thinking of this, Lexie stood up.
She immediately asked Lennox to bring someone to look for Hanna. But after a few hours of searching, she also got the news.
Hanna also disappeared.
Lexie suddenly realized something, and her heart beat fast.
On the street on the first day of the first month, the weather was extremely cold. The street lights were dim, and the street vendors began to rest for a few days during the new year. Every house was brightly lit and happy. There were few pedestrians on the street, and the roads were smooth. Rhys soon arrived at Purple Hotel.
Belle got out of the car and stood at the door of the hotel, looking at it. She still felt uneasy, not knowing who would be looking for her, and what the purpose was.
Rhys parked the car and quickly came to her side.
"Belle, don't you know who wants to see you?"
Belle shook her head.
The light in Rhys' eyes flashed. He quickly asked, "Do you have to see him?"
After a while, Belle nodded. She intuitively felt the person who wanted to see her shouldn't have any bad intentions. She wanted to know.
"Okay, then I'll accompany you up." He smiled gently and said dotingly.
Belle wanted to refuse, but Rhys had already started walking forward.
The two came to the eighth floor of Purple Hotel.
Belle rang the doorbell.
After a while, someone opened the door. Belle looked up and saw that it was the young man in the black suit. When he saw Belle, he smiled politely. But when he saw Rhys standing beside her, his eyes dimmed. Then he said politely, "I'm sorry, Miss Morris, my boss only wants to see you alone. Unrelated people please don't follow in."
Rhys frowned.
By this time, Belle had calmed down. She turned her head and said softly, "Rhys, just wait for me at the front desk. There should be nothing wrong. I will come down as soon as possible."
Rhys stood still. He was worried about Belle's safety.
"Don't worry, this gentleman. My boss is a kind person and won't hurt Miss Morris." The young man saw through Rhys’ thoughts and said politely.
Belle also smiled and nodded towards Rhys.
Rhys had no choice but to say a few words to Belle and then went downstairs.
"Miss Morris, please come in." The young man opened the door and made an inviting gesture.
Belle walked in with worry. The young man backed out and closed the door.
This was a superior suite with luxurious furnishings.
When Belle walked in, she didn't see anyone in the room, so she couldn't help but be surprised.
"Belle, you are here." A very kind but somewhat familiar voice came from the balcony. Belle was taken aback.
Who was this?
She took a few steps closer.
Only then did she see clearly that a stainless-steel wheelchair on the balcony was covered with blankets, and a man was sitting on it. Looking at his back, he seemed to be in his 50s or 60s, with sparse hair and warm cotton-padded clothes. Even when he was sitting, he still looked tall and burly.
Belle stared at the back very curiously.
This back also seemed to be somewhat familiar.
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