Not wanting to draw a crowd again, Gan Yuan stopped struggling and merely turned her face to look at his. Since escape was impossible, she didn’t want to waste any more energy.
The man’s complexion was ashen, his breathing heavy, as if he was suppressing some emotion. His expression was somewhat indecipherable to her.
Kicking open the door in front of him, Huangfu Jue carried her into the cramped storage room, which had only a small window and dim lighting.
The door wasn’t locked yet; through the tiny glass pane in the door, she could even see guests passing by outside. He was truly mad!
"Liar... disgusting woman... why did you run... why keep running away... do you know how much I hate being lied to..."
Initially, she tried to struggle, but his cursing left her suddenly drained.
Her voice was very low, and in his rage, he didn’t hear her.
Mr. Li, smiling, pushed open the office door Gan Yuan once used, "This is it, she always worked here!"
Taking a step inside, Moses halted.
"I want to be alone for a while."
"Sure." Mr. Li promptly stopped as well, "I happen to have some other business to attend to, so I’ll head back. Give me a call if you need anything."
Although Mr. Li had no idea who the man claiming to be Gan Yuan’s friend really was, he could tell from his demeanor that he was no ordinary person, and so naturally, he was careful not to offend. After all, it was just a matter of looking at Gan Yuan’s office, which wouldn’t cause any loss to the hotel, especially since the man had rented several of the top suites.
After Mr. Li left, Moses entered Gan Yuan’s office and slowly surveyed his surroundings from the center of the room.
On the windowsill, there were two pots of green plants, and the desk was neatly arranged with various office supplies. At first glance, this office didn’t seem much different from any other.
Approaching the window, he gently touched the glossy leaves of the Devil’s ivy on the windowsill, his brow slightly furrowed.
In his memory, she never kept plants.
Retracting his hand, he moved to the desk and pulled out a chair, sitting down in front of Gan Yuan’s desk.
Besides office supplies, there wasn’t anything of note on the desk, which had gathered a thin layer of dust from disuse.
He turned on the computer and, holding the mouse, began to search through the files. The computer only contained some routine documents, and again, nothing was discovered.
After checking the computer, he opened the drawers.
Signing pens, glue...
Noticing something stuffed in a corner of the drawer, he carefully extended his fingers and pulled out a small, stiff piece of paper, flipping it over.
It was a photograph of a delicately featured little boy who appeared to be around five or six years old, with refined facial features and a distinguished air.
Good morning[Before you know it, it’s Monday again, time for my routine call for votes~!~]