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Without realizing it, my feet moved closer to hear what he was saying to the other person.
I managed a good distance not to come into his sight, but enough to hear his words.
“Is everything ready?”
he asked, glancing down at his watch.
Then he nodded, old eyes sparkling with malice.
“Stay there.
I’m coming.”
He turned on his heel and walked away.
But not towards the elevator, he turned down a dark corridor.
Who was he meeting here?
Was it one of his partners who was involved in all his conspiracies along with Antonio?
I had to know.
“Ms.
Hutton?”
Carter called out, making me turn to him.
“I’m going in, but unfortunately, they won’t let you through.
Your name isn’t on the list.”
I cast a swift glance to where Arthur disappeared before saying, “No worries.
You go in and give Ace my message.
Tell him I’ll meet him in a few.
Go stop him.
I’ll be back.”
A confusion etched on his features.
But before he could ask anything, I pivoted on my heel and followed Arthur, ignoring the way the guards shared a discreet look with each other.
I had a much more important task to do than thinking anything about it.
Ace wouldn’t sign if he gets my message and wait for me.
I trusted that.
But now I had to find out if someone else was with Arthur in his plan to destroy us.
Because if we kick him out of our company and life after I expose him before Ace, it wouldn’t be that beneficial for us if he leaves a minion of his behind to continue to betray us.
Today was a very important day for him.
He was close to finishing his plan.
And if he wasn’t in the conference room and going to meet someone, then it must be something important.
Turning left, I came face to face with a long, wide hallway.
A man and woman were busy in a conversation, but there was no sign of Arthur.
Continuing down the hallway, I took another turn.
I knew he came this way because there were no other routes.
But where is he?
Then a distant figure caught my eye.
Still talking on the phone, his silver-head disappeared around the corner.
And I followed.
Thanks to my sneakers, it didn’t announce my presence with loud clicks, like heels would have done.
I stopped in my tracks once he halted before a staircase that led upstairs.
But at the foot of the stairs, ‘No Entry.
Under Maintenance’ was written in bold words on a whiteboard, a barricade tape stretched across the way in.
And to my surprise, he ducked down the tape and climbed up the stairs.
Why the hell would he meet someone in a forbidden place?
Of course!
So no one can see him.
Should I follow him?
I hesitated.
If upstairs was under maintenance, and then no one would be there right now.
The workers wouldn’t be there at this time.
But…I needed to know.
I wouldn’t let him do any more chaos.
With a determination surging through me, I put my phone in silent mode and went forward.
Once Ace gets my message, he will call me.
And I don’t want to get caught while spying on Arthur.
Especially when no one will be there for my safety.
I knew this step could cost me a lot, but I would do it for my Ace.
I wanted this backstabber out of our lives.
Once I reached the upper floor silently, I kept a good distance from him.
His distance murmurs could be heard, along with his heavy footsteps.
I glanced around.
Compared to the rest of the hotel, this place was covered with dust.
And it was eerie.
Not to mention the flickering of lights every once in a while.
I froze as he suddenly stopped in his tracks, his shoulders went rigid.
My breath caught in my throat as he put the phone down slowly.
Shit!
Just as he started to turn around, I jumped and curled into a ball behind one of the huge flowerpots.
My back slammed against the wall, and I slapped a hand over my mouth to cover my whimper.
Silence.
I could hear my heart pounding against my ribcage as I waited for a sound.
Sound of his footsteps.
But for some moments, there were none.
Then I heard him taking some steps closer.
No, no, no!
Closing my eyes, I shrunk against the cold wall as he approached.
I couldn’t get caught.
As I prayed in my mind relentlessly, the blare of his phone echoed throughout the empty hallway.
His footsteps stopped.
“Hello?”
His slimy voice reached my ears.
Silence.
And then I heard him again.
“Yeah, I’m almost there.
Did you bring your dogs with you?”
Dogs?
“All right, see you in a minute.”
His footsteps retreated and slowly faded away.
I let out a sigh of relief.
Coming out from behind the flowerpot, I stood up.
That was close.
Thank God for his phone call.
I have to be more careful.
But what dogs was he talking about?
Without wasting another second, I tiptoed down the narrow corridor that led to another wide, darker one.
Gulping, I tried to ignore the fear knotting inside my stomach.
I felt the pepper spray in my back pocket that I always carried and gripped my phone tighter in my hand.
Just in case.
My heart thumped down my chest as I slowly peeked around.
No sign of him.
The corridor seemed endless, with endless rooms on both sides.
Sweat trickled down my spine as I took slow steps ahead.
Carter should’ve told Ace by now.
Why hasn’t he called me yet?
I hope he didn’t sign the contract.
I looked at the phone to see if there were any missed calls or messages.
But there was none.
Keeping an eye around, I called Ace.
It went unreachable again.
With a silent groan, I called Carter.
But it was switched off.
What the hell?
What’s wrong with his phone now?
I tried again, but to no avail.
It went directly to voice message.
Something churned in my stomach.
An ominous feeling rolled inside me.
Why were both of their phones off?
Ace should’ve switched on his phone by now.
And Carter?
He never kept his phone off, nor did he ever let his battery die.
Was everything okay?
And then I heard them.
Male voices.
Following the sound, I came to a halt before a room with its door slightly ajar.
Though the hallway’s light was dimmed, the room was bright enough for me to see every faces clearly.
SEVENTY: HE DIES…
S ix men stood there in the middle of the room.
Before Arthur stood a man in his early fifties with short height, dark curly hair and a thin mustache on his upper lip.
Four more much younger men stood behind him with the same black clothes the guards wore at the VIP entrance.
They obviously worked for this unknown man and Arthur.
“Congratulations, Mr.Valencian,” the man said in a thick Russian accent.
His mustache twitched as a smirk tugged at his dark lips.
“Congratulations to us, Ivanov.
After all, it’s the result of both of ours hard work.”
I frowned.
Ivanov?
Why did this name sound familiar?
My lips parted in shock.
Ivanov, one of the partners of the Russian company Ace was going to sign the deal with.
He was with Arthur?
Oh God!
What are they congratulating each other about?
That Russian shook his head.
“Nah, I just helped you for the sake of my friendship with Antonio and the promise you gave me.
All the planning was yours.
And finally, that nephew of yours signed the contract.
I was starting to doubt your plan but seems like your nephew trusts his uncle blindly.”
A silent gasp slipped past my lips.
With my hand over my mouth, I stood there, shocked.
Ace signed the contract?
But how?
I sent Carter to stop him.