Chloe Grant confirmed repeatedly, the text message was indeed sent from Lucas Morgan’s phone, and her tears streamed uncontrollably with excitement.
Was Lucas Morgan finally willing to tell her who was there that night?
After crying, Chloe Grant started laughing, then laughing turned into crying again.
She felt that ever since that night, she had been a complete wreck, her emotions constantly in turmoil.
After a while, Chloe Grant wiped the tears from her face with force, "It’s fine, once I find out, find that person, then..."
She stopped abruptly, talking to herself midway.
What would happen after she found that person?
She didn’t quite know.
Chloe Grant just wanted to know who was with Lucas Morgan that night, and why did the voice sound so much like his?
Deceiving herself even more, Chloe Grant held onto a sliver of hope, hoping that it was actually Lucas Morgan that night.
Chloe Grant didn’t even want Lucas Morgan to take any responsibility.
She just hoped it was only Lucas Morgan that night, not anyone else, that would be enough.
But she also knew that such hope was ridiculous.
Yet, she couldn’t bear to extinguish this ridiculous hope.
Once the pain in her arm subsided, Chloe Grant stood up and went upstairs to wash up.
The appointment was for the evening, and it was only noon now, but her heart was already uncontrollably tense, expectant, uneasy.
Sometimes time passes so quickly that it catches you off guard.
Yet sometimes it crawls painfully slow, like seconds stretching into years.
In her mixed emotions, Chloe Grant finally made it to the evening, stepped out, and took a cab to the Royal Hotel.
It was the only seven-star hotel in the royal city, extremely prestigious, and also the top development of the Morgan Group’s hotel industry.
As soon as Chloe Grant reached the entrance, a waiter seemed to have been waiting for her, walked over and said, "Miss Grant, Mr. Morgan is already waiting upstairs, please follow me."
Chloe Grant nodded and followed closely behind.
Inside the elevator, the waiter pressed the button for the 88th floor.
The Royal Hotel had a total of 102 floors, with facilities like clubs, restaurants, and hot springs below the 50th floor; from the 51st floor upwards were hotel rooms.
The higher the floor, the more premium the room quality and services.
When the elevator doors opened, the waiter led Chloe Grant to a certain room, opened the door, and let her in.
The room was very dark, and Chloe Grant frowned, about to ask the person to turn on the lights, but the waiter abruptly closed the door, startling Chloe Grant, who hurriedly turned around, knocking on the door, "Hey, turn on the lights!"
The soundproofing of the hotel room was excellent, so no one outside could hear Chloe Grant shouting.
The waiter sent a text message: The person has been delivered to the room.
Then he put away his phone and continued walking ahead as if nothing had happened.
At this moment, a group of men was walking towards him.
The man in the middle stood out the most, handsome and aloof, with an air of nobility about him; his face was expressionless, yet it stirred something in the waiter’s heart.
The most beautiful scenery, so it seemed.
Among those surrounding the man were the chief officer of the Royal Hotel and several hotel department managers, quietly reporting various situations regarding the hotel.
As the group walked towards him, the waiter lowered his head and respectfully greeted, "Mr. Morgan."
Matthew Morgan paid no attention, merely listening to the hotel manager’s report beside him.
When he reached the door where Chloe Grant had just been shut in, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.
The waiter, who had intended to leave, was instantly shocked and stared nervously.
Had he seen anything just now?