My Child and I Married a Billionaire novel Chapter 108

Chapter 108: Chapter 108: If Not, Break Down the Door

The two of them locked the door from the outside as well, then linked arms and headed gleefully to the main hall.

Just as they found a spot, they saw Zeke Walton.

Simone Vaughn hurried over to stop him. "Zeke, where did my sister-in-law go? I can’t find her anywhere. Have you seen her?"

Zeke Walton was taken aback. "Wasn’t she in the lounge with you? How could you lose her?"

"She took a call and left right after you did. I waited and waited, but when she didn’t come back, I came out to look for her. But I’ve looked all over and can’t find her. I thought maybe she’d gone to find you."

The banquet hall wasn’t that big; if she wasn’t inside, she had to be outside. Zeke Walton assumed she had just stepped out to take a call.

"I’ll go look outside. You stay put and don’t go running off."

Watching Zeke Walton’s hastily departing figure, Simone Vaughn spat in disgust.

’Useless men! Are they all blind? What’s so damn great about her? It’s bad enough she’s got my brother wrapped around her finger, but now she’s stolen my fiancé’s soul too! Just look at him, frantic the moment he hears she’s missing! That bitch. If I don’t make her utterly humiliate herself tonight and get my satisfaction, I swear I won’t be done with her!’

Inside the restroom, Cecelia Archer had just entered when she heard a loud THUD from the door. By the time she reacted and rushed to grab the handle, it was too late. The door had been locked from the outside.

She heard every word of Annabelle Young and Simone Vaughn’s conversation. Only then did she realize—the apology, the offer of friendship—it was all fake. Those two women were out to get her!

’How could I be so stupid? I actually fell for such a simple trick!’

Looking down at her own flimsy dress, then over at the tall, young waiter beside her, Cecelia Archer felt a pang of awkwardness.

"Do you have a spare key? Can you open the door?"

How would a waiter have a spare key? Realizing the two women outside had intentionally trapped her, he looked awkward as well.

"I don’t even have my phone on me. We’re not allowed to use them during work hours, so I can’t even make a call. What do we do? If someone opens the door and finds us in here—a man and a woman, all alone—we’ll never be able to clear our names."

Cecelia Archer glanced at him. ’He’s a grown man, and he’s already panicking before we’ve even tried to think of a solution.’

"Don’t panic. What’s the use in getting flustered? Is there a toolbox or something in here? If worse comes to worst, we’ll take the door apart. There’s no way we’re not getting out of here."

Take the door apart? The waiter thought her idea was a bit outrageous, but it was better than just sitting around waiting for the inevitable.

But after looking all around, there was, of course, no toolbox to be found.

Aside from two packs of tissues and a bottle of hand soap, they couldn’t find a single thing they could use for leverage.

"Then let’s just kick the door down," Cecelia proposed. "Whatever happens, we can’t just sit here and do nothing. Don’t worry. Once we get out, I’ll do my best to explain everything so you don’t lose your job."

Thankfully, the waiter was young and strong. He took two steps back.

"Alright, I’ll do the kicking. You stand to the side so you don’t get hurt."

With that, he put all his strength into it and kicked the door with a loud THUMP.

The doorframe rattled, but the door itself didn’t budge an inch.

He was about to kick it a second time when a man’s deep voice suddenly came from outside.

"Stop kicking. I’ll open the door for you."

’There’s a third person in here?!’

’This is great!’

Cecelia Archer and the waiter pricked up their ears. After a series of faint rustling sounds, they heard a key turning in the lock.

A moment later, the door swung open.

To Cecelia Archer’s surprise, the person standing outside was none other than Shane Grant, whom she hadn’t seen in days.

"Mr. Grant?"

Shane Grant was impeccably dressed in a suit, looking as suave and dapper as when she had first met him.

However, a fine sheen of sweat covered his forehead, and both his face and lips were incredibly pale.

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