The Real Heiress Is Coming Back (Hannah Carter) novel Chapter 40

Chapter 40

Chapter 40

“But right now, your grandmother’s in the hospital, the company’s cash flow is tight, and if we can’t secure new investment soon, the whole business will go under.

“You don’t want to see our family bankrupt and homeless on the streets, do you?” Dorian suppressed his anger, speaking in a fatherly tone.

Hannah replied, “So?”

Trying to soften her up, Dorian took the juice Susie handed him and passed it to Hannah. “Mr. Grent from Korain Group is coming later. You’ll keep him company and try to lock in his investment.”

He emphasized carefully, as if afraid she might misunderstand. “Don’t worry, it’s really just about keeping him company, nothing else.”

Hannah glanced at the juice casually, lifted it, and took a sip.

“How much are you aiming to get from him?” she asked.

Dorian held up five fingers. “1.5 million dollars.”

‘That’s all I’m worth? Thanks, Dad,’ she thought bitterly.

At that moment, Dorian’s phone rang. He checked the caller ID and immediately stepped out.

Susie followed him.

After a while, the private room door opened again, but only Susie came back.

“Dad had an urgent matter and had to go see another client. He left you alone to entertain Mr. Grent properly,” Susie said.

Hannah sensed something fishy in her tone. Suddenly, everything went black before her eyes. “D-Did you put something in my drink?”

The next second, she collapsed face-first onto the table.

A sinister smile spread across Susie’s face. She immediately pulled out her phone and made a call.

“Mr. Grent, the girl is all set for you,” she said.

A matte gray Lamborghini pulled up to the entrance of the Deaxen Hotel.

The doorman politely opened the door.

“Any new pretty girls on the fourth floor? Lately, I’m starting to think my eyes are failing. Last time I saw Hedy, I actually thought it looked pretty, almost cute,” Magnus said, tossing the car keys to the valet.

“You’re right,” Barnaby said as he stepped out of the car.

Magnus pouted, still sore from the last time he had mistaken someone.

The two of them strode forward with purpose.

Barnaby wasn’t wearing glasses tonight. Dressed in a fitted black shirt and matching black pants, his short hair parted sharply, he showed off chiseled, perfect features, so handsome that it was almost suffocating.

Girls passing by kept turning their heads.

One heavily made-up, provocatively dressed woman named Kiki was a new bar hostess on the fourth floor of Deaxen Hotel.

She had just gotten out of a taxi when she saw the sleek matte gray sports car.

It was a Lamborghini Reventon, only 21 made worldwide, starting at 5 million.

No matter if the person stepping out was a pot-bellied, balding old man, she’d still try to approach.

But two dazzlingly handsome guys? Her dream of becoming a rich wife was suddenly within reach.

Clicking her high heels, swaying her hips, Kiki hurried after Barnaby.

She caught up to him by the elevator and suddenly stumbled against him.

But the Barnaby she imagined wasn’t there. Instead of steadying her, he smoothly stepped aside and entered the elevator.

“Get lost. Stay away from me,” Barnaby sneered coldly.

Before she got close, he caught the strong stench of cheap perfume on her and felt disgusted.

Kiki fell flat on her face, her complexion draining pale.

“Damn, that was rough,” Magnus was startled, too, practically jumping into the elevator to avoid a plague.

“Hedy smells better,” he said, pinching his nose with one hand while quickly shutting the elevator doors.

Hedy was the army cook’s sow.

The elevator stopped on the third floor.

The doors opened.

A girl wearing a black baseball cap and a mask, her head lowered like she wanted to disappear into the ground, struggled as she carried a Hannah who was even taller than herself into the room.

The girl, dressed in her Cavalor uniform, caught Magnus’s attention. He couldn’t help but steal a few more glances.

The girl lay motionless, face down, her long hair cascading over her face, hiding her features.

Seeing the girl struggling so hard carrying someone, Magnus was about to ask if she needed help when the elevator stopped.

“Fourth floor,” it announced.

Barnaby nudged Magnus.

Magnus, always poking his nose into things, stepped out of the elevator and headed straight for the private

room.

“That girl being carried? She looks nice. She must be a beauty. Boss, why are you stopping me?” said Magnus.

He said this, but no one replied. Looking back, he realized no one was behind him.

“Boss? Where’d you go?” he spoke.

‘Has he not left the elevator?’ Magnus wondered. ‘So stopping me is really just so he’d have to go flirt on his own?’

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On the eighth floor of Deaxen Hotel, Susie carried Hannah with difficulty as they made their way to room 801.

She felt a pair of cold eyes watching her from behind, making her quicken her pace.

The door to 801 was slightly ajar.

Susie slipped inside with Hannah on her back and quickly shut the door behind her, cutting off the staring eyes.

“Honey, you’re here,” Finlo Grent said, stepping out of the bathroom in a robe. Seeing Susie set Hannah down on the bed, he showed a greasy smile.

From just a quick glance, he judged from Hannah’s figure that she must be even prettier in person than in the photos.

Susie caught her breath and said, “Mr. Grent, enjoy yourself. Make sure to finalize the investment quickly. Also, don’t tell my dad about this.”

Finlo nodded eagerly and turned back to the bathroom to dry his dripping hair.

Susie was about to leave when she suddenly felt her dress caught by something.

She looked back and saw Hannah’s hand gripping the fabric.

Her heart skipped a beat. That drug should have kept Hannah unconscious for at least two hours. ‘How has she woken up so fast?’ she wondered.

She glanced at Hannah’s delicate face; her eyes were still closed, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

‘Hannah must have grabbed her without realizing it, she wondered.

Susie tugged hard but couldn’t free her dress. She hadn’t expected Hannah to be so strong, even while

unconscious.

She bent down to try and untangle the hand.

What Susie didn’t see was that Hannah’s other hand had a needle hidden between her fingers.

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After finishing drying his hair, Finlo stepped out of the bathroom and caught a faint scent, something like aromatherapy, very pleasant.

He thought, ‘Susie is surprisingly thoughtful.’

“Honey, let’s have some fun,” he said, taking off his robe and moving toward the woman lying on the bed with a smile.

Susie was suddenly awakened by his heavy weight pressing down on her. Before she could figure out how she ended up on the bed, Finlo was tearing off her clothes.

Panicked, she pushed him away. “Mr. Grent, let go of me. I’m Susie. You’ve got the wrong person.”

But Finlo seemed possessed, relentlessly ripping at her clothes. “Honey, don’t struggle. The more you fight, the more excited I get.”

Terrified, Susie screamed desperately. “Mr. Grent, wake up. You’re making a mistake.”

In her panic, she grabbed the ashtray from the nightstand and smashed it on Finlo’s head.

He groaned and was jolted awake by the blow. “How dare you hit me?” He touched his forehead, blood covering his hand.

“Y-You have the wrong person,” Susie sobbed, curling up at the head of the bed, clutching her torn clothes tightly.

Suddenly, BANG, the door was kicked open.

A squad of police stormed in. “Police. Don’t move. We received a tip about illegal activity here. You’re all coming with us.”

The officers quickly subdued the two on the bed.