Chapter 336
Lysander gently tapped open his phone screen with his slender fingers.
He read the message on it.
A chilling aura surrounded him like a winter snowstorm, cold and cutting to the bone.
David stood by the desk, too nervous to utter a word.
Lysander harshly tossed a photo onto the table.
The photo landed with a crisp sound, revealing Lysander’s inner fury.
He stood up and took a step out with his long and powerful legs, his icy figure leaving the office.
David quickly followed.
Thala**a caught a taxi to the Everglade Hotel.
The Everglade Hotel was a towering structure. It was a blend of modern restaurants and hotels.
It was night time, and the building was surrounded by brilliant lights which changed colors, creating a colorful, rolling effect.
The hotel’s sign was also lit up with a golden red glow.
Thala**a looked up at the building, wondering, didn’t Leopold have a house in the city? Why was he staying in a hotel?
But whether he had a house or not was none of her business. She just wanted to return his clothes and then have nothing more to do with him.
Thala**a entered the hotel, located the elevator, and pressed the button for the 20th floor.
She didn’t know that from the moment she appeared in the hotel, someone was watching her from the shadows.
Thala**a reached the 20th floor and found room 2032. She lifted her hand to ring the doorbell, only to find that the door wasn’t fully shut.
Out of courtesy, she rang the doorbell anyway.
The doorbell rang several times, but no one came to answer.
Thala**a tentatively pushed open the door, asking, “Anyone here?”
Silence.
Feeling puzzled, she pulled out her phone to double-check. Yes, this was the right room. She hadn’t gone to the wrong one.
She pushed the door open further and stepped inside.
Suddenly, the room went pitch black as all the lights went out.
Thala**a jumped in surprise. She was about to turn and leave when she felt a palm strike her nape.
Her vision went black and she swayed dizzily for a few steps, trying to turn and see who had hit her.
But her vision blackened out completely before she could turn fully around, and she collapsed forward, unconscious.
As soon as Thala**a fainted, the lights in the room came back on, illuminating the entire space.
A slovenly man came over, dragged Thala**a to the bed, and tossed her onto it next to Leopold.
He was about to unbutton Thala**a’s shirt when his phone rang. It was Isabella.
He immediately picked up. Isabella’s worried voice came from the other end. “The person’s arrived. Get out of there fast!”
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The man turned and left in panic, without even bothering to take off Thala**a’s clothes. He reached the door, picked up a bag on the floor, and placed it on the bedside table.
Then he quickly exited the room, leaving the door ajar.
Unconscious Thala**a was struggling mentally. The images of her four adorable children kept appearing in her mind.
They were cute, cuddly, pitiful, and they looked at her with dependence.
Thala**a’s heart was in agony, fueling her strong will to survive.
She couldn’t die, and certainly couldn’t lose consciousness. What would happen to her four children if something dangerous happened to her?
In her fierce struggle, her strong will to wake up overpowered the numbness of her body.
Suddenly, her eyes snapped open.
