“Ahhh!!! I’m so pissed!” Emily Quest broke down.
She should not have accepted the man’s invitation in the first place. Regret sat in her stomach, drowning her in dread.
***
There were a few cars at the hotel’s underground parking lot.
The darkness around them was absolute, and the silence was oppressive.
In the black Rolls-Royce limousine, Christopher Lancelot was languidly sitting on the back seat of the car with his legs crossed and his eyes closed.
He was wearing a white dress shirt and a pair of black trousers.
The first three buttons of his shirt were unfastened, revealing his imposing chest muscle.
The daunting aura exuded by him was intensified in the darkness.
There were two rows of black-clad men standing beside the car. The lineup was formidable.
The people who passed by the parking lot could hardly stop to turn and look at them.
Suddenly, the car door was opened. A young man with the glossy slicked back hair hung his head respectfully. “Master Lancelot, the video is right here. What should I do next?”
“Send it to her husband, and tell him where she is now.” Christopher snorted.
“Yes, sir!” The young man gave him a courteous nod again. “I’ve thrown away Emily’s clothes, bag, shoes, towels, bathrobes, and bedsheets as you ordered. I’ve also cut the wire of the landline. Emily can never get out of the room.”
Christopher sneered, then looked at Tucker in the driver’s seat. “Let’s go.”
Hearing the order, the young man immediately closed the car door for him.
Tucker soon started the car.
As Christopher’s subordinate, Tucker was his closest right-hand man. However, Tucker had a strange feeling that he was not the same Master Lancelot he knew anymore.
Christopher had been acting like a hero without a cape recently.
He was always secretly protecting Xyla Quest.
Today, the people he sent to protect Xyla in secret reported to him that Xyla was bullied by Emily during the selection of the theme park’s design. Without hesitation, he had ordered the young man to set a trap for Emily, saying that he wanted Emily to pay the price for it.
Tucker stole a glance at Master Lancelot through the rear-view mirror. He had a thoughtful look on his face, yet he did not dare to make a sound.
He did not dare to think what his master would do if Emily had done something even more outrageous this morning.
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