"How would I know? Why do you ask so many questions?" Lara retorted in annoyance.
Lara was not happy. She certainly did not want to let Frieda in on this much intel! What's more, the conversation between Betty and Chuck that she heard when she was in the car was menial. They had just mentioned Hotel Luna by name so she did not have much information herself.
Lara had thought that since Chuck was so rich, was Hotel Luna perhaps his? Lara wanted to ask, but she had not been brave enough to voice her question.
If it were really his, Lara really could not fathom exactly how rich Chuck was.
"Tell me, since Chuck is the owner of this square, the sports cars, and a BMW. Is Hotel Luna his?" Frieda probed.
This not so far-fetched idea had appeared in Frieda's mind. Chuck was loaded! He had gone to Hotel Luna... Frieda startled at another thought. The manager there had mentioned something about a Young Master Cannon, didn't he?
Wouldn't that mean that it was Chuck Cannon?
Even if Frieda didn't want to believe it, she had to. The surname matched...
The young master of Hotel Luna might be Chuck!
But why would Chuck ask the staff to let her stay in the presidential suite after she had passed out?
Frieda was out of her depth at that question.
"How do I know?" Lara retorted again, irritated at the constant questions. So now, was the hotel also Chuck's?
Lara thought the whole situation to be unfathomable. Chuck was really awesome!
"Do you want to have some coffee? If you don't, please step aside. Stop preventing me from serving my customers!" Lara said.
Then, Frieda left in a hurried daze. Lara stared after her for a few moments. Unhappily, she took out Chuck's car key, taking a photo of it to send a WhatsApp message to Chuck, informing him that it was in her possession.
However, Chuck didn't reply to her message. He must be busy.
Lara held her chin up with her palm, contemplating whether she had a chance with Chuck. She should have sat next to Chuck that first day in school! She regretted having looked down on him that day.
Lara felt regretful. If she hadn't dismissed Chuck's presence so easily at that time, she'd have already become Chuck's girlfriend by now. After all... at that time, he had often peeked at her cleavage...
Frieda walked around the plaza on her own. When night came, she got in her car. She felt that she had to get to the bottom of this and so, she set off to Hotel Luna to inquire about Chuck.
If the young master of the hotel really was Chuck, then Frieda had to ask why Chuck had allowed her to stay in a presidential suite. He had even let a waiter take care of her.
Could it be that...
An idea popped into Frieda's mind, "He fancies me!"
"Chuck has taken a fancy to me at first sight and was attracted by me. That would explain why he did so many things to draw my attention, such as treating the whole school to drinks. He must have only wanted to treat me alone, but I didn't indulge him so he must have been very disappointed, so he decided to follow me to my place to meet me..." Frieda's thoughts started to wonder.
He had even bought a new car, he must have arranged all this. He must've liked her, that was why he was doing this!
Frieda analyzed her conclusion and found it to be reasonable.
It was all because she was beautiful.
Everything Chuck did was to catch her attention. Therefore, when she had fainted previously, he had asked someone else to take care of her. Who knew what Chuck had done to her when she was unconscious?
Frieda let out a snort. She wondered why Chuck acted out so much to attract her attention.
Frieda felt that she had to get clearer answers. Even if Chuck liked her, she definitely did not like him back!
Frieda drove to Hotel Luna. Upon her arrival, she walked straight to the front desk, "Where's your Young Master?" Frieda asked.
"Our Young Master just went upstairs," the beauty at the front desk replied. She had just seen Chuck and Betty go upstairs.
"Is your Young Master's name Chuck Cannon?" Frieda asked again, refusing to back down.
"I'm not sure about that," the receptionist replied. She certainly would not divulge anything.
Frieda glared at her and proceeded to walk towards the elevator. She pressed the button that would bring her to the top floor.
Since Chuck was the Young Master, he would definitely be on the top floor. At the very least, he would be in rooms that were a few floors under the presidential suite.
However, Frieda had come to a sudden realisation that maybe what she was doing was a bit foolish. He obviously liked her, why should she take the initiative to look for him? Wasn't this just what he wanted? She thought in her head.
Frieda felt that she couldn't succumb to that. Men should be coming to her, not the other way round!
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