When An Ruoxue drove to the Mace Hotel like a lightning bolt, she recognized Rong Che’s car in the parking lot at a single glance. Seeing the black Maybach parked steadily to the side, the heart that had been stuck in her throat for so long suddenly sank, and she felt a dull ache in her chest.
An Ruoxue parked the car, unbuckled her seatbelt, and opened the door to step out. She took a deep breath as she looked at Rong Che’s car, then walked toward the Mace Hotel.
Once in the elevator, she pressed the floor button. As it slowly ascended, her mind played back a reel of film—a montage of various guesses she had been harboring. Yet, no matter what scenario she imagined, the thought of it made her feel deeply uncomfortable.
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