After Ben and Zachary stepped into the car, Ben urged the driver, “Drive now.”
“Got it.”
The moment the car sped off, Ben let out a sigh of relief. He then muttered, “Lupine was staring at us when we were going down the stairs earlier. That was frightening.”
“That’s all in you?”
Zachary was calm, for he was sure that Charlotte had not figured anything out yet; he was confident in his acting skills.
“Ms. Lindberg didn’t figure anything out, did she?” Ben asked. “She actually invited you to her room tonight. Was she suspecting that something was up? Was she trying to sound you out?”
“Why can’t she be trying to patch things up with me?” Zachary retorted.
“Um…” Ben fell silent.
“I guess she’s suspicious.” Zachary stopped messing with Ben as he resumed his solemn demeanor. “I’ll have to avoid her these few days. Tell Marino to be wary of the words that leave his mouth.”
“Understood.” Ben nodded. In a softer voice, he said, “Your phone has been ringing since earlier. I think Ms. Gold is calling you.”
“Ignore her,” Zachary said, thinking about what Charlotte had said earlier. “Nancy is a good girl. I shouldn’t be leading her on.”
Those words only made Ben even more anxious. He tentatively reassured, “Bruce is doing everything to find Francesco. I’m sure we’ll find him soon.”
“What’s coming will come, and we’ll meet it when it does. It’s inevitable.”
Zachary sighed, no longer anxious at the thought.
“Have your vision not recovered yet?” Ben asked worriedly. “Why don’t we stop by the hospital for a checkup? The episode came so suddenly, and it’s lasting quite a while.”
“I won’t die from it.” Zachary closed his eyes. “Arrange a meeting with Mr. Williams and Mr. Spencer tomorrow. Oh, and Johann too.”
“Mr. Nacht.”
“Skip the nonsense.” Zachary was tired. “Just work on it.”
“Yes, Sir,” Ben answered, not daring to say more than that. However, he had a grim look on his face.
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