Two days later, the hotel kidnapping case was resolved with that woman as the breakthrough.
Because the woman insisted that the perpetrator had broken into her room, Nathan Moore later transferred his secretary, Sophia Hamilton, to take over the matter. With an innocent and harmless appearance, Sophia always made people let their guard down. After some conversation, the guest revealed a flaw. Under Sophia’s coercion and enticement, she had no choice but to confess the truth.
It was a ghost job by another domestic hotel chain in H City, hiring her to pretend to be a tourist, staying in the hotel, and then staging this farce with her boyfriend...
Nathan Moore immediately called a media conference, delegating the task of handling reporters to Sophia Hamilton, then hurriedly flew to Capital City.
His woman was too simple, too easy to trust others. With her acting with that man, he couldn’t be assured.
By the time Nathan Moore arrived in Capital City, it was already past midnight. Holding his luggage in one hand and his mobile phone in the other, he wanted to message Titus Zane but was worried about waking her up. Suppressing the urge to go to the manor immediately to see her, he found a hotel to stay in.
In the morning, Titus Zane was overjoyed to hear that Nathan Moore had come to Capital City, and her cheerful mood was evident even at the breakfast table.
After breakfast, she took the initiative to suggest going out for shopping. Abigail Zimmerman, her aunt, could see that something was off and glanced at the old master. Seeing no reaction from him, she smiled and asked,
"Titus, do you have something to be happy about? Tell your aunt so I can be happy with you, too."
Titus Zane raised the excuse she had thought of beforehand, "A friend from abroad is preparing for a painting exhibition, and he called me yesterday to invite me to contribute a few paintings for part of the exhibition."
"Oh, that’s good news, worthy of happiness." Abigail Zimmerman believed Titus, "So I need to prepare paintbrushes, oil paints, and canvases..." ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡⚑𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚⚑𝙣𝙚𝙩
"Mmm, your aunt supports you," she agreed with a smile in the morning. "In a bit, I’ll give you a card. Buy whatever you like with the money in it."
"No need, aunt, I have my own money."
Although she had come in a hurry and hadn’t brought anything, she had online banking on her phone.
"How much money can you have," Abigail Zimmerman teased, "Keep it for your own spending money. In the future, ask for whatever you need from the family. The family only has Wen Hao, and he doesn’t need to spend much sticking around in the army."
"No need, aunt. I’ll ask you when I really need it later." Although they were close relatives, Titus Zane still wasn’t used to asking them for money, especially since she had some savings of her own and Nathan Moore had given her a supplementary card.
Knowing that Titus was feeling awkward, Abigail Zimmerman didn’t insist and said with a smile, "That’s fine, then."
Before leaving, Alder Locke volunteered to be her aide to help carry things. Samuel Zane also instructed Alder Locke to follow her.
Without any hesitation, Titus Zane nodded in agreement.
Having Alder Locke as a front would prevent her grandfather from getting suspicious. Once at the mall, she’d find an excuse to ditch him...
With the plan in mind, Titus Zane and Alder Locke stepped out of the house together.
Being familiar with Capital City, Xiaozhang parked the car in front of a certain mall’s entrance and respectfully said, "Miss, there’s a specialty counter for oil painting supplies on the second floor. After you’re done selecting, just call me, and I’ll come to pick you up."
"Alright, thank you." Accompanied by Alder Locke, Titus Zane entered the mall and directly took the escalator to the second floor.
After selecting oil paintbrushes and art supplies and paying for them, Titus Zane pretended to go to the restroom and asked Alder Locke to wait for her there.
Once inside the restroom, Titus Zane called Nathan Moore immediately.