Sir, Madam Dispeared Again After Divorce! novel Chapter 671

After hearing Sydney's question, that person finally moved. She looked up.

Sydney still couldn't see the person's face. Instead, she only saw the person wear a black mask. The mask did not cover the upper face, but it was so heavily bandaged that only the eyes could be seen.

Seeing that, Sydney widened her eyes in shock.

This person was having plastic surgery.

The bandage on the person's face and the swollen double-edged eyelids showed that this one was having a face-changing surgery, not a small one.

It must hurt so much!

Sydney couldn't help but shudder. She was surprised, but she also admired this person.

After all, not everyone had the guts to take the high risk of going through the whole plastic surgery.

"What do you want, Miss? Looking for someone?" Sydney suppressed her surprise. Seeing the person outside the door was still silent, she had to ask again.

Just now, the person's head had been down, so she could not tell the gender. Anyway, the person in the wheelchair was in fact very tall, about 1.7 meters. Therefore, this person was probably a male.

Yet, after the person looked up, judging by their eyes and the strand of hair coming out of the brim of the cap, she was finally sure this was a woman.

So she called the person Miss.

The woman outside the door remained silent, but looked up, staring at Sydney.

She looked calm on the surface, but her heart was already a sea of surging waves.

How come Sydney was here?

Were the rumors true that she and Julien had gotten back together?

When she thought of this, her hands, hidden in her sleeves on the arms of her wheelchair, suddenly held the chair arms firmly, her nails sinking into her own palms.

The next second, she quickly bowed her head, the calmness on her face gone. Her eyes were filled with viciousness as if there was venom in them.

They were together again!

Together again!

The woman could not accept such a result, her body slightly shaking.

Seeing she was still silent, Sydney became more vigilant. Her voice was no longer that polite and courteous, but became much indifferent, "Miss, if you continue to keep silent, I will call security guards."

As she spoke, she took out her phone.

The woman looked up again. Her eyes, which had been filled with viciousness, returned to their initial peaceful, natural state as if nothing had happened.

She coughed and answered in a whisper," Sorry, I seem to have gone the wrong way."

"Gone the wrong way?" Sydney looked at the woman in front of her suspiciously, wondering why her voice sounded so ugly-and hoarse as if there was sand in her throat. It was even uglier than Julien's when he was drunk.

"Yes." The woman nodded.

Obviously, Sydney didn't really believe it." This is the top floor, not one in the middle of the building."

So how could she have carelessly gone the wrong way?

After all, people could only get up here by the special elevator in the building.

There was only one floor button on the elevator-the top.

She said she had gone the wrong way, but it was obviously impossible.

When she found that Sydney suspected her, her eyes glistened, and then she answered calmly, "I know this is the top floor because the person I want to visit also lives on the top floor of this luxurious building complex, but not in this building. In the beginning, I thought he lives in this building, but when I saw you, I then realized he doesn't."

"Oh?" Sydney pursed her lips. "How could you be sure that you had come to the wrong building when you saw me? What if you hadn't come to the wrong place and I happened to have come out of the apartment where the person you want to meet lives?"

She stared attentively at the woman as if she wanted to find something from her.

The woman still answered calmly, "This is impossible because my friend has a serious disease. Apart from me and his family, he won't allow anyone to enter his apartment." "In this case, why didn't you answer me just now after I asked you twice?" Sydney asked expressionlessly.

The woman lowered her eyelids and said," Sorry, Miss, it's my first time here. I froze when I saw you. Then I had been trying to recall in which building he lives. I'm really sorry. Now I'm leaving."

After that, the woman controlled her wheelchair and turned, rolling toward the elevator.