The Sweet Rival (Mango Shen and Nathaniel Ye) novel Chapter 116

After all, Sisi had been through big occasions. She said in a low voice: "Leave two or three people to chase after that kid. The rest of the people should manage the store as usual. Don't let people find out the abnormality here. Hurry up!"

She was in such a pain that she almost passed out, but she could not get rid of the anger in her heart no matter how hard she tried.

She used to be a powerful person, too, and she didn't expect that she would be defeated by a little kid today.

Sure enough, he was Nathaniel's good son!

He was already able to protect himself at such a young age, by the time he got a little older, he would be unstoppable.

The slightest kindness left in Sisi's heart had completely disappeared by this time.

She couldn't wait to rip off Zion's skin and pull out his tendons. Only in this way could she relieve the hatred in her heart.

When Zion heard there were fewer people chasing after him, he felt this could be an opportunity.

In fact, he was not far from the front desk. If he rushed out to seek help at this time, it might be a relatively easier way, but he couldn't guarantee that the person who came was a sympathetic person.

If that person didn't care about his life, even if he did escape, wouldn't he be exposed in front of Sisi and the others again?

When thinking of this, Zion gnashed his teeth and gave up the idea of running towards the front desk. He turned around, and directly got into the VIP room, and then hid under the bed.

He didn't know how many VIP rooms they had in here, they probably wouldn't come in and search the rooms one by one. Besides, Zion had already seen a sign hanging in this room saying do not disturb, which indicated that there was someone inside.

When the guests were present, those people might not dare to search the room so brazenly.

When he entered the room, Zion heard the sound of showering in the bathroom, so he hid under the bed.

After Mango was disguised, she entered the beauty salon. As soon as she came in, she felt something was not right.

How come nobody was in the beauty salon?

"Is anyone there?"

Mango shouted and wanted to go inside.

At this moment, two or three staff came out.

"Hello, is there anything we can do for you?"

The staff smiled and they looked very pleasant like a spring breeze, but they also succeeded in stopping Mango from entering.

Mango felt annoyed, but she still said with a smile, "I heard your facial is very good, so I came here to have a look. How do I pay? Do I pay each time or I can top up the membership card directly? What kind of trial activity do you have?"

She looked around, as if she was looking at the posters on the wall of the beauty salon. In fact, she was checking the surrounding layout.

It was just a beauty salon, but there were many cameras here all over the place.

Beauty salons generally valued the privacy of guests the most. Although it was just a hall, it still didn't need that many cameras.

Mango's intuition told her that something was wrong here, maybe Zion was here.

She suddenly became excited.

If she could save her son, she would do anything to save him.

The staff quickly went forward and took out the menu from the beauty salon. They began to introduce to her dedicately.

Mango didn't have the mood to listen at all, but she had to pretend to listen carefully, and she was anxious to the extreme.

Just as she was about to lose her patience, the doorbell rang again.

When the staff saw that person, she immediately said enthusiastically, "Miss Chu, you are here!"

Mango was in disguise at the moment, so she was not afraid of being recognized by Macy. When she heard that Macy was here, her hands were tightly clasped together.

Macy intentionally glanced at Mango. After she saw a strange face, she said lazily, "I'm looking for Master Zhao. I'm not feeling very well recently, so I want him to give me a massage."

The staff quickly said with a smile, "Master Zhao is outside dealing with something today. Why don't you go and wait in the VIP room first, Miss Chu? We'll inform Master Zhao to come back immediately."

"Well, hurry up. I have plans in the afternoon. Don't waste my time."

"Yes, yes, yes!"

The staff quickly sent Macy to her exclusive room.

Judging by the staff's attitude towards Macy, Macy should be a regular customer here.

Mango frowned slightly and said with some discontent: "What? So she's a guest and I'm not a guest? I came here first, alright? What do you mean by leaving me here and taking care of her first? Are you looking down on me? Do you think I can't afford the membership fee here?"

Mango's voice was a little sharp at this time, and she also seemed to be a bit harsh and mean.

Macy had already walked in, but when she heard Mango's shout, she took a step back and said disdainfully, "Who do you think you are? Can you compare yourself with me? Let me tell you, I am the future hostess of Ye Family! My son is the future heir of Ye Family! The whole Ocean City will belong to me and my son in the future. I already showed you some respect by letting you wait here. If you continue to shout, do you believe that I will ask someone to throw you out?"

Mango got so angry on the spot. "As you mentioned, it's the future, not yet right? Besides, Ye Family is not the only family that calls the shots in the whole Ocean City. Haven't you heard the news that the young master of Ye Family is missing? They said that young master is not the one in Ye Family, so it's really hard to tell who will eventually be the heir of Ye Family in the future. So lady, I suggest you not to talk in such a high-profile manner."

"You..."

Macy couldn't wait to go forward and fight with Mango, but she didn't forget her purpose of coming here. She said fiercely, "Humph! I am in a good mood today, and I don't want to argue with you. That bastard is not qualified to be compared with my son. Let's wait and see, that bastard may not has the luck to take up such a big fortune in Ye Family."

After saying that, she suddenly turned her head and walked into her own room with her high heels.