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My palms were clammy as I wiped them on my jeans.
I hope I’m not late.
Chanting this prayer in my mind, I tried his number again, but it was still unreadable.
I had left some voice messages for him in hopes he would switch on his phone and hear my messages.
But clearly, he didn’t.
My phone blared in my hand, making my heart leap, thinking it was him.
But disappointment soon filled me as Cassie’s name flashed across the screen.
“Cassie, I can’t talk to you right now.
I’m a little bus—“
“Em, did you see the news?”
I cringed at her loud screech.
“Oh, God!
It’s everywhere!
I can’t even recognize his face!”
“What are you talking about?”
I rubbed my temple, getting restless.
I needed to stop Ace.
“Look, Cassie.
I’ll call you later.
I’m in the middle of a—“
“It’s about Antonio!
Didn’t you see it yet?”
She again cut me off.
But the name she took grabbed my attention.
“Wait, Antonio?”
I frowned.
“What about him?”
“God, Em, what world are you living in?
The internet is going crazy over this.
Antonio’s butt is in the open now.
Everything his stupid ass has done, all his illegal businesses is out now.
It’s all over the internet.
That prick is even involved with human trafficking.
Can you believe that?”
I could imagine her shaking her head.
“He got out of the jail last time, I don’t know how, but this time no one can save him.
Everyone knows his deeds.
He’s going to rot in jail for the rest of his life!”
I gasped.
“You mean, he’s been exposed before the world?
But how?”
Last time, he got out using his connection with some powerful politicians.
But if the media had proof against him in their hands now, no one can save him.
“You and I both know who is behind this.”
Of course.
Who else?
But why didn’t he tell me anything?
“Though I hate that man, I can’t help but feel pity the way he’s looking covered in blood,” she said.
“What are you talking about?”
She sighed.
“You don’t know anything, do you?
I’m sending you a video.
Watch it.”
Moments later, my phone buzzed as she sent me a message, at the same time the elevator’s doors opened, letting me move out.
As soon as I opened the video, my eyes widened at the sight.
Antonio was lying on a stretcher as some people carried him inside a hospital.
His face was battered with bruises and cuts, the same went with his hands.
Blood soaked his shirt and the side of his head.
He looked horrible.
I read the headline.
‘The famous business tycoon Antonio Raymond was found beaten brutally and unconscious in his own apartment.
Police are looking into the matter.
Though people are content with his state with his illegal activities now out before the world.’
I stood there, shocked.
Exposing him with proof was understandable.
He deserved Ace’s wrath.
He had been trying to mess with Ace for so long.
But torturing him like that?
Was he responsible for this, too?
Even after Ace told me everything about his past, his secrets, I felt like I didn’t know everything about Antonio.
He was still hiding something.
But I was content one enemy of ours was down.
He couldn’t harm us anymore.
And now it was Arthur’s turn.
It’s enough, Arthur.
Let’s finish your game now.
Clutching my phone in my hand tightly, I held my head high and went for room number 1504.
SIXTY-NINE: FORBIDDEN PLACE
W alking through endless corridors, I scanned the room numbers so I wouldn’t get lost.
The hotel was huge.
It was a palace built in the nineteenth century, now turned into a lavish five-star hotel.
With the mixture of antique architect and modern decorations, it gave a feeling of royalty.
From the paintings on the walls, the huge gold-plated flowerpots on both sides of the corridors, the gorgeous chandeliers shimmering with a golden glow, to the red carpet down the way, everything screamed money.
As soon as I neared my destination, I found the whole area separated from the others by a pair of glass doors.
VIP Area was written in bold red letters on the glass.
Two men in dark uniforms stood on both sides of the door.
Not again!
I remembered Carter’s warning about some restrictions.
Mentally groaning, I approached the VIP conference area.
The guards straightened, noticing me, their hands blocking the way in.
“Our apologies, miss.
But random people aren’t allowed here,” one of them said in their thick Russian accent.
Random?
Who are they calling random?
My brows creased.
“I need to go inside.
It’s important.
And I’m not any random girl wanting access.
I’m Emerald Hutton, Achilles Valencian’s girlfriend and a board member.”
“We don’t know you.
No matter who you are, no one is allowed to go inside whose name is not on the list.
And you’re not on the list we were given.”
What the hell?
Not allowed?
Were they having a CIA meeting or something?
They were definitely not Ace’s men.
Otherwise, they’d have immediately recognized me.
“Listen to me.
I need to go in there, please.
I need to talk to Achilles about something very urgent.
Please, let me go,” I pleaded.
That rude man shook his head.
“We’re afraid, we can’t, miss.
We have strict orders not to let anyone in until the meeting is over.”
I gritted my teeth in annoyance.
“And who gave you the orders?”
“Arthur Valencian.”
Of course.
I should’ve known!
That fucking leech didn’t want anyone to interrupt the signing.
That’s why he put guards here.
I groaned.
What do I do now?
They won’t let me in at any cost.
I can’t even call Ace.
Damn it!
Wait, Carter must have access.
I looked over my shoulder.
There was no sign of him.
Where the hell was he?
Distancing myself a few feet from the guards, I dialed Carter’s number.
He didn’t pick up.
Why isn’t he picking up his phone!
As I dialed again, I saw him approaching me with hasty steps, still panting.
“Carter, where the hell were you?”
I snapped.
“They won’t let me in.
Please talk to them.
You have access, right?”
“I do.
But just to deliver these files,” he huffed.
“I’m sorry, Ms.
Hutton.
I had to wait for the elevator.”
His words went ignored when my eyes found a shadow at the end of the corridor, around the corner.
Someone stood there with their phone against their ear, their back facing me.
I knew the person very well.
Arthur.
What was he doing out of the conference room?
“Please tell them to let us in,” I said, not moving my eyes from that silver-haired villain.
Nodding, Carter went to the guards.
But I stood there, watching Arthur.
When he slightly turned his body towards me, I saw his face.
A smirk was stretched across his lips.
With malice in his expression, he nodded at something the other person said through the phone.