Chapter 268 Social Death
Had it been any other matter, Lucian could have investigated it himself. There wouldn’t have been a need
for Paul’s input. However, this was something he had no way of finding out on his own.
It was about Calista’s inner thoughts, something only she could reveal. So, besides Yara, Paul was probably the only person who knew.
The former was her bosom friend and the latter was his best buddy, as well as their intermediary. While he hesitated, Paul seized the opportunity and dragged Lucian out of the room.
As soon as the door clicked shut, his hand dropped, and he turned toward his room next door. Lucian wasn’t mad. It was all within his expectations.
He raised an eyebrow and said, “Aren’t we going for a drink?”
Paul didn’t look back.
“We’ve already fallen out like this. What’s the point of a drink? You may have the nerve to help yourself, but I can’t bring myself to buy you something.”
It was nothing more than an excuse to lure Lucian out of Calista’s room
“What impression did Callie have of me back then?
Lucian’s mind was still clouded by this question.
“Can’t recall,” Paul replied bluntly. “You weren’t close; what impression could there be?”
Lucian couldn’t find his tongue.
The next day, the group got ready to check out of the hotel.
Paul went up to Calista and asked for her key card. The company was covering the accommodation expenses for their business trip this time around, so checking out only entailed returning the deposit.
She didn’t dwell on his request before handing her card to him. It was more convenient to return the key
cards together, anyway.
However, just as she extended her arm, another hand snatched it away. The two of them turned to trace
des hand to its owner and were met with the handsome yet aloof face of Lucian Northwood.
Tretiam Callie’s key card and transfer the deposit to you in a moment.”
was making a fuss about checking out. What difference did)
Was he trying to convey a serice of superiority somehow?
She leaned close to him, lowered her voice, and said through gritted teeth, “Lucian Northwood, don’t be so immature. My colleagues are watching!”
He bent down to her height.
“Are you sure you want to give your card to Paul to return?
Though they were speaking quietly, Paul heard more or less the entire thing from how close he was standing to them. Calista couldn’t wrap her head around this.
“Does it make a difference who returns it?”
One corner of Lucian’s lips hooked upward in a meaningful smirk
“Before they return the deposit, they will inspect the room. If they find that you’ve used any of the chargeable items in the room, the price will be deducted from the deposit.”
Needless to say, this wasn’t news to Calista. However, she had indeed forgotten about the happenings of
the night before.
After all, it wasn’t her who stripped the packaging, and housekeeping had already disposed of the trash.
Moreover, after the heart pounding experience of the previous night, it had slipped her mind until Lucian’s
Her eyes widened into saucers. The thought of the front desk announcing in front of everyone that Room 616 had used an intimate product made her cringe. She would rather be killed on the spot than that!
Lucian could tell from the change in her expression it had dawned on her.
He smiled faintly and said, “Well, if you want Paul to return it for you, I won’t insist.”
“There’s no need.”
Calista nicked the key card from Paul’s hand.
fest so embarrassed that she didn’t even dare to look him in the eye as she mumbled, “I just
embered that I left something in the room. Paul, can you help me bring my luggage to the car? I’ll
der 4 grab my things
The case from her fade
Calista didn’t go upstairs but hid in a corner near the elevator where no one could see her. Once she made sure no one else was at the front desk, she scurried over to check out.
Fortunately, the receptionist didn’t dig too deep into it. They only asked if she had incurred any expenses, to which she nodded in response.
They deducted the amount from the deposit and refunded the balance to her. Efficiency. The journey back was uneventful; nothing out of the ordinary happened.
Through the window, Calista stared at the land below.
Apthon was reduced to the size of a palm under the cloud cover, and she was even more convinced now that her mother’s death was closely related to certain people in this city.
In her haste, she had engaged a random security company online that claimed to be the best in Apthon. She also spent a fortune to hire their best bodyguards.
However, they were intercepted shortly after leaving the city.
Such an operation indicated that either the security company was just for show, or the people who kidnapped her came from a powerful background, possibly a prominent family.
Now that she had a lead, she could return for further investigations once she finished attending to her
affairs in Capeton.
She must get someone to look into that as well. After all, she was the one who gave her that painting
back in the day.
Where was that painting now? Did it have anything to do with her mother’s death? If so, why had she lost
her life over a painting?
Calista screwed her eyes shut, feeling a headache creeping on. She seemed to be making progress, but
things still appeared to be a tangled mess.
She couldn’t sort out the individual elements and was struggling to figure out where to start her
sighed in frustration. If only she had the deductive skills of a brilliant detective like Sherlock Holmes.
hed the plane, it was still early, Paul decided to give everyone a day off. Calista didn’t sak
haled a taxi to the museum instead.
morning in the post, and the director had asked for her to return for
Although she had seen photos and knew it was severely damaged, the specifics of whether it could be repaired and how would depend on her examination of the actual item.
Word had it that the group responsible for transportation included a foreign restoration expert.
He didn’t think that domestic technology and talent were capable of handling this task and criticized the local businessman who had auctioned the artifact back to the country.
He was adamant that his short–sightedness had almost ruined this unique treasure that was never to be
Out of fear that the item would be reduced to nothing, the expert volunteered to take a look and see if there was any hope of repair.
Meanwhile, Lucian’s first destination on touchdown wasn’t home either. He headed straight for
David had returned yesterday and just received a call from the front desk informing him about a delivery
for Mr. Northwood.
He came downstairs to retrieve it, only to run into Lucian as he stepped into the office building.
The two of them entered the president’s private elevator.
Lucian glanced at the folder of documents in David’s hand and casually asked, “What is it?”
“I haven’t opened it yet,” replied David.
Whenever there was a delivery for Lucian, David would inspect it first and bring it to his attention only if
Now that his boss was here, this seemed to be a good time to open it and check if it was something
W not it could go straight in the trash as soon as they step out of the elevator, instead of bringing it back
be the office
doesn’t look like a document.”
the contents put, and the color drained from his face as soon as he laid eyes on the items, And
Bibin Luciary’s expression changed