Chapter 97 Something Was Wrong with the Fragrance
Alston’s eyes darkened, and a storm was brewing in his eyes.
Lloyd’s heart tightened when he noticed the change in his expression. He said, “Mr. Smith, is the news from
Mrs. Smith?”
Alston nodded and called Cynthia’s number while walking out. When he heard the reminder from the microphone, his eyes became colder.
“Lloyd, go to the hospital and see if Cynthia is there. Call me if you have any news. Move!”
Lloyd was taken aback for a moment. Then he quickly responded and walked out.
After thinking for a while, Alston sent a message to Lorenz and drove to the place mentioned in the message.
Alston was driving very fast. The scenery on both sides retreated rapidly. He looked serious, holding the
steering wheel tightly..
He didn’t feel right about that text message. Although the sender tried to imitate Cynthia’s tone, she ignored
one point: the address!
Cynthia often called him “Al” instead of “Alston” when sending him messages.
In an emergency, a person would often use the habit he was most familiar with.
He didn’t know what had happened to Cynthia and what the situation was now. Since someone could take
her phone away, she must be in danger.
Alston’s heart skipped a beat. When he arrived at the hotel, he received a call from Lloyd.
“Mr. Smith, Mrs. Smith is not in the hospital. The nurse said that she was hit by someone and sprained her foot when she was preparing to eat. Then she returned to the office. The other medical staff said that she seemed to have lost something important. She dragged her injured foot and looked for it in the corridor anxiously. Then she went out after receiving a call and hasn’t returned yet.”
Alston looked up at the eye–catching signboard of the hotel, without a trace of emotion in his eyes. He said, “Wait in the hospital. If you hear about her, call me ASAP.”
After speaking, he hung up the phone directly.
Kim Hotel, the largest hotel in Fort!
Alston sneered and walked straight to the front desk.
When the receptionist saw him coming, she stood up straight and looked at Alston respectfully. “Mr. Smith,
welcome!”
Alston nodded.
Smith Group also invested in Kim Hotel. Even Clare didn’t know that.
Kim Hotel would strictly keep the customer’s information confidential. The person who sent the message
probably noticed this point. But keeping the information secret was only for ordinary people, not for Alston.
Alston asked directly, “Who is staying in Room 403?”
The receptionist checked quickly. “Mr. Smith, it’s a woman called Cherry Miller.”
“It’s her!” Alston sneered and walked upstairs.
Given the situation, Cynthia should be controlled by the Miller family now. They did all this to lure him here.
Alston couldn’t wait to see what kind of tricks Cherry was playing.
As time passed by, Cherry was sitting on the sofa in the room and grabbing the cushion tightly. She was extremely nervous. Thinking of what would happen next, she couldn’t restrain the excitement on her face.
When she was immersed in excitement, there was a knock on the door.
Cherry quickly stood up from the sofa. She ran over and opened the door. When she saw the tall and sturdy
man outside, joy flashed across her eyes. “Alston, why are you here?”
Alston looked at her who was only wearing a bathrobe. Her hair was slightly wet as if she had been bathed.
Her neckline was open, revealing a large part of fair skin, and her face was wearing delicate makeup.
Alston instantly understood what her plan was.
“You sent me a text message with Cynthia’s phone. Why didn’t you know I was coming? Where is Cynthia?”
Alston’s eyes were clear, without any trace of interest in Cherry.
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