After Irvin had a row with Bella, he left the castle.
Bella felt wronged and miffed. She returned from the main building and shut herself in her room.
Felix went back to his room, took a bath, and then resumed his work.
Dinnertime soon arrived.
Felix pinched the bridge of his nose and checked the time on his watch. It was 6 in the afternoon.
He rang the bell to call Donald over.
“Donald, is she back?”
Donald knew who Felix referred to.
With his head drooped, he said softly, “Not yet.”
“Still?” Felix thought.
His brows furrowed. A wave of exasperation surged inside him.
Felix waved at Donald to ask him to leave. Then, he walked to the window to look at the neon lights on buildings in the growing darkness. The frown on his forehead deepened.
“Where has she gone?”
According to the agreement they had made, she could stay here for now, and she should help him solve the mystery of the map.
They were just working together. He certainly had no reason or no right to tell her where she could go or not.
Yet, in his head, a voice desperately bawled that he should go look for her and make her stay with him forever!
Felix raised his head, closed his eyes, and inhaled deeply.
At last, he restrained himself from calling her on the phone and walked out.
At the same time, in a bustling bar, Queeny was sitting on a stool, holding a glass of wine and watching the people on the dance floor, absent-minded.
It was still early, around 6 in the afternoon. The lights on the street were just lit. Most people hadn’t started partying in a bar yet. There were only a few people inside, most of them were people that worked there.
Sarah came over with a cocktail and put it on the counter. As Queeny just did, she also put one hand on the counter and propped herself up before sitting on a stool.
Smiling, she asked, “Queeny, what brought you here today?”
Queeny looked at her and said beamingly, “Nothing. I happened to walk by, and I thought you might be working so I dropped in.”
Sarah nodded, then asked, “Where do you work now? How have you been?”
Queeny turned a deaf ear to her first question and only answered the second one, “I’m fine.”
Her tone was nonchalant. She picked up her glass and took a sip, but she still stared at the dance floor.
Several young people were dancing to the music. Though there were not a lot of people in the bar, they were still having fun.
Suddenly, as if something had occurred to her, Queeny turned around and asked Sarah, “When will you quit?”
Sarah smiled and said, “I’ve given my week’s notice, but they want me to work for another half a month. I will leave after they hire someone to do my job.”
Queeny furrowed her eyebrows.
“Another half a month?”
Sarah waved as if it was not a big deal. “Well, I’ve worked here for a long time. People here have been quite nice to me, especially my supervisor. We’re like friends now. I can’t just quit and leave. That would be kinda rude.”
Queeny contemplated for moments and then nodded.
“Fine. It’s up to you. Just be safe.”
Sarah nodded.
The two talked for a while. Queeny acted like she was really just dropping in to see Sarah, and Sarah believed her.
Just as they were absorbed in chatting, someone’s phone rang.
Sarah looked around and said, “Queeny, your phone is ringing.”
Queeny fished her phone out of her pocket. It was the same phone that Sarah bought her. Even though Donald had given her a new one with a new phone card, she put it away in her room, not intending to use it anyway.
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