Not twins novel (Natasha and Kenneth) novel Chapter 423

Chapter 423

In the hotel, just as Natasha was going to leave after checking out, the staff member went up to her and stopped her from leaving after much hesitation.

“Please wait for a moment, miss!” he called out in Ustranian.

Natasha regarded him with a frown. “Is something the matter?”

“I'd like to ask whether you're Natasha from Chanaea,” the staff member ventured.

There must be a reason he knows my name and country of origin so clearly.

Recalling the search conducted at the hotel a few days ago, Natasha fibbed, “I'm from Chanaea, but my name isn't Natasha!”

The staff member scrutinized her, his brows scrunching together. Could it be that I'm mistaken?

Clocking his skepticism, Natasha held her passport, which she happened to be holding in hand, out to him. “My name is Sally.”

When the staff member saw the name indicated on the passport, he uttered, “I'm sorry. In that case, I probably got the wrong person.”

“It's okay!” Natasha prepared to leave.

However, the staff member continued staring at her. “A few men came looking for someone a few days ago. The person in the photo looks exactly like you.”

Natasha merely stilled for a second. She said nothing and left straight away.

A frown marred the countenance of the staff member as he eyeballed her back.

Could it be that I've really gotten the wrong person?

As he was dwelling upon it, two figures rushed in. They evidently recognized him, for they headed directly for him.

“You were the one who called and said the person we're looking for is still here?” Dave demanded.

At the sight of them, the staff member promptly admitted, “Yes, it was me.”

“Where is she?”

The staff member turned hesitant. “Well... I think I might have possibly gotten the wrong person.”

Dave's eyes narrowed into slits. “What do you mean by that?”

“She checked out just now, so I stopped her and asked whether she was from Chanaea. She said yes, but the name she provided differed from the one you gave me. As such, I probably got the wrong person,” the staff member elucidated.

Frowning, Dave turned to Kenneth and lamented helplessly, “In the eyes of these foreigners, we all look the same.”

“What was that person's name?” Kenneth inquired, his eyes fixated on the staff member.

“It was S-Sally?” the staff member faltered.

Sally?

At once, Kenneth was stumped.

He still remembered the first time he spotted Natasha at the office. At that time, he found her familiar and asked for her name. In response, she told him her name was Sally.

His gaze instantly turned sharp and piercing. “Where did she go?”

The staff member was taken aback. I've already told them that I probably got the wrong person, but surprisingly, he's still asking.

“She has already checked out and left. In fact, it was just mere moments ago.”

“Which direction did she go?”

The staff member pondered for a moment before pointing to the right. “She got into a car at the entrance, and it went straight.”

“Dave, I'll go and give chase while you help me check the surveillance footage. I want to know which car it was!” Kenneth ordered. Then, he whirled around and sprinted off.

Dave didn't ask any questions either. He turned to the staff member instead. “Please bring me to the surveillance room.”

Seeing that, the staff member didn't dare voice his questions. With a dip of his head, he led the man to the surveillance room.

Through the surveillance footage, Dave saw Natasha's image, as expected. Just like when he saw her at the rooftop restaurant that day, her outstanding aura was definitely unforgettable despite the different attire.

She got into a car at the hotel entrance. After making out the license plate, Dave phoned Kenneth straight away. “I've sent the license plate to you. I'll have Miguel track it as well.”

“Got it.”

Dave deliberated for a moment before stating, “I've looked at the surveillance footage, and it was indeed her!”

“I know!” Kenneth replied, seemingly without the slightest hesitation.

Dave had no idea how the man could determine that it was Natasha through a name. Perhaps that's something only the two of them know.

“Be careful!” Dave reminded.

Subsequently, he hung up the phone.

At that moment, the staff member at the side asked, “Is she the person you're looking for?”

Dave nodded. “Yes.”

Puzzled, the staff member queried, “Then, why did she deny it? I told her that someone was looking for her.”

Dave didn't know the answer to that either. He looked back over his shoulder at the man. “Please make a copy of this surveillance footage and send it to me. Then, erase it.”

Aware that he was either rich or influential, the staff member bobbed his head. “Sure.”

Outside, Kenneth sped along the road.

He drove aimlessly, searching for the car in question.

Alas, he still didn't find it after searching for a long time.

Just when he was about to phone Dave, he suddenly glimpsed the car at the side of the road. Immediately, his eyes gleamed with excitement. He promptly accelerated and sped over, forcing the car to a screeching stop.

Jumping in fright, the driver wound down the window to tear into him. But just then, Kenneth climbed out of the car ahead and rushed over.

“What are you doing? Do you even know how to drive?” the driver lambasted.

Kenneth leaned close to the car, frowning when he noticed that the back of the car was empty.

“What exactly are you trying to do?” the driver demanded.

Kenneth swung his gaze at him and interrogated, “Where's the passenger in your car just now, a woman of Chanaean descent?”

“Why should I tell you? And don't you know how to drive?”

With a glare from Kenneth, the driver sensed a murderous aura sweeping over him. He spaced out for a long while.

“I'll only repeat my question once—where is she?” Kenneth enunciated.

“S-She got off!” the driver stammered.

“Where?”

“At the previous intersection!” the driver answered, giving him the specific location.

After obtaining the location, Kenneth instantly got back into the car and sped over.

The driver was entirely floored by the turn of events. Ranting and raving, he then drove off.

Following the location given by the driver, Kenneth went to the intersection where Natasha had gotten off.

Having stopped the car, he looked around. At that exact moment, his phone rang.

Glimpsing the phone number, he took the call. “Dave.”

“A little over twenty minutes ago, she alighted from the car at the intersection you're currently at and went into the alley in the south,” Dave reported.

Upon hearing that, Kenneth leveled his gaze in that direction and started heading there.

“Then?”

“Did you walk back?”

“Yeah.”

Kenneth's brows furrowed after he had stepped into the alley. While it appeared like an alley, there were still three roads within.

“She took the road in the middle.”

Ascertaining the direction, Kenneth started walking further in.

“Those are the only few surveillance cameras on this road, but I've checked, and the scope isn't large. If you're lucky, you can probably find her.”

“Got it!”

“I'll help you keep an eye on the surroundings. I'll notify you at once if there's any news!” Dave vowed on the other end of the phone.

“Okay!” Having said that, Kenneth continued heading forward. He glanced around while walking, searching for Natasha's figure.

But for some inexplicable reason, he couldn't shake off a sense of familiarity as he observed the surroundings and road signs.

“Is there anything special about this place, Dave?” Kenneth inquired.

“Why do you ask?”

“I find it somewhat familiar,” Kenneth admitted.

“Familiar?”

A moment later, Dave murmured into the phone again, “Your memory is really impressive, J. Your woman took this road after leaving the rooftop restaurant that night, back when she erased the surveillance footage along the way. It was Miguel who looked into it.”

Narrowing his eyes, Kenneth scrutinized his surroundings.

No wonder I feel as though I've seen these road signs somewhere. But why did Natasha come here? She came here once previously, and she did so again...