Chapter 419: Surprise
“The Crown Club?” Rachel’s hands on the steering wheel froze for a moment. She was startled to hear
the name of the club. She didn’t have a good impression of the Crown Club. If she could help it, she
wouldn’t go there. But when she thought of the project of the Be Group, she had to ovee her
feelings.
“I’m going there now,” she told Andy.
she turned the car around. The Crown Club was in the opposite direction to the Be Group.
Of course, Andy didn’t know what was on Rachel’s mind, nor did he sense the change in Rachel’s tone.
“Okay. I’ll go there too, but I may be a bitte. I have to deal with something right now.” “It’s okay. Take
your time,” Rachel said in a low voice and hung up the phone. In the Crown Club When the Audi A6
pulled up in front of the club, a parking assistant greeted Rachel. He opened the car door and took the
car keys from her so he could park the car.
Standing at the entrance, Rachel scanned the facade of the club. Through the ss door, she could see
the luxurious decoration of the hall on the first floor. The Crown Club was as grand as it had been four
years ago. Four years had passed in the blink of an eye.
Rachel took a deep breath and walked in.
“Good day, Miss Be!” The lobby manager was on the phone when he saw Rachel getting out of the
car. He put away his phone in a hurry and walked up to Rachel.
“I’m sorry. May I know who you are?” Rachel looked at the manager who was smiling at her. She
searched his face for familiarity but she couldn’t remember him. Noticing Rachel’s confusion, the man
apologized and introduced himself. “I’m Jerry, the lobby manager of the Crown
Club.”
“Do you know me?” “Why, of course, Miss Be,” Jerryughed in a ttering tone. “All the employees
in the Crown Club have a picture of you, so we can recognize you the moment you’re here. You deserve
our best attention.” Her picture?
What picture?
Why should they treat her like a VIP?
“Miss Be, are you here alone?” Jerry asked as he looked past Rachel.
“Yes,” Rachel answered, somehow confused by the question. “Didn’t Mr. Sullivane?” Mr. Sullivan. Of
course, Jerry was referring to Victor. Rachel suddenly remembered that Victor was the real boss of the
Crown Club.
“No,” Rachel answered sternly, her looks turning sharp. Jerry had been working in the Crown Club for
several years. He was good at reading people’s expressions. Seeing Rachel’s face made him realize that
he had said something wrong. He quickly shifted to a different topic. “Miss Be, are you here for
someone? Or…”
“I’m meeting someone,” Rachel answered and then looked at Andy’s message on her phone. “The prive
room we ve
booked is called Morandi, which I believe is on the second floor,”
“Come with me then. I’ll take you upstairs.” Jerry smiled graciously as he had been trained to do. He then
led the way to the room.
“The Crown Club?” Rachel’s hands on the steering wheel froze for a moment. She was startled to hear
the name of the club.
She didn’t have a good impression of the Crown Club. If she could help it, she wouldn’t go there. But
when she
thought of the project of the Be Group, she had to ovee her feelings. “I’m going there now,” she
told Andy.
She turned the car around. The Crown Club was in the opposite direction to the Be Group. Of
course, Andy didn’t know what was on Rachel’s mind, nor did he sense the change in Rachel’s tone.
“Okay. I’ll go there too, but I may be a bitte. I have to deal with something right now.” “It’s okay. Take
your time,” Rachel said in a low voice and hung up the phone. In the Crown Club When the Audi A6
pulled up in front of the club, a parking assistant greeted Rachel. He opened the car door and took the
car keys from her so he could park the car. Standing at the entrance, Rachel scanned the facade of the
club. Through the ss door, she could see the luxurious decoration of the hall on the first floor. The
Crown Club was as grand as it had been four years ago. Four years had passed in the blink of an eye.
Rachel took a deep breath and walked in.
“Good day, Miss Be!” The lobby manager was on the phone when he saw Rachel getting out of the
car. He put away his phone in a hurry and walked up to Rachel. “I’m sorry. May I know who you are?”
Rachel looked at the manager who was smiling at her. She searched his face for familiarity but she
couldn’t remember him. Noticing Rachel’s confusion, the man apologized and introduced himself. “I’m
Jerry, the lobby manager of the Crown Club.” “Do you know me?” “Why, of course, Miss Be,” Jerry
laughed in a ttering tone. “All the employees in the Crown Club have a picture of you, so we can
recognize you the moment you’re here. You deserve our best attention.” Her picture?
What picture?
Why should they treat her like a VIP? “Miss Be, are you here alone?” Jerry asked as he looked past
Rachel. “Yes,” Rachel answered, somehow confused by the question. “Didn’t Mr. Sullivane?” Mr.
Sullivan. Of course, Jerry was referring to Victor. Rachel suddenly remembered that Victor was the realBelonging to N?velDrama.Org.
boss of the Crown Club. “No,” Rachel answered sternly, her looks turning sharp. Jerry had been working
in the Crown Club for several years. He was good at reading people’s expressions. Seeing Rachel’s face
made him realize that he had said something wrong. He quickly shifted to a different topic. “Miss Be,
are you here for someone? Or…” “I’m meeting someone,” Rachel answered and then looked at Andy’s
message on her phone. “The prive room we’ve booked is called Morandi, which I believe is on the
second floor,” “Come with me then. I’ll take you upstairs.” Jerry smiled graciously as he had been trained
to do. He then led the way to the room. As she followed Jerry, Rachel looked at the time disy on her
phone. Andy had arranged the meeting with the investor and she was half an hour early. Jerry and
Rachel got into the elevator. They were the only ones in the elevator and they were standing side by
side. Jerry couldn’t help but nce at Rachel
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They were the only ones in the elevator and they were standing side by side. Jerry couldn’t help but
nce at Rachel from time to time. Even though Jerry tried to be discreet, Rachel could feel his eyes on
her. “Did you say that you all have a picture of me?” Rachel asked. “Yes, Miss Be.” “But why?”
Jerry didn’t expect Rachel to ask that question. He turned to his side and looked at Rachel. “Miss
Be, don’t you
know?”
Rachel got even more confused. “What is it that I should know?”
“Oh, I thought you know.” Jerry looked quizzically at Rachel. “Didn’t Mr. Sullivan tell you?”
Ding! The elevator chimed to signify that they had reached the second floor. The elevator stopped
steadily and its doors slowly opened. “Miss Be, if you want to know the answer, you can go to the
seventh floor. I believe that you will be moved when you see it.” “The seventh floor?” Jerry nodded as he
took out a key card from his vest’s pocket. He tapped it against the reader on the door of the room called
Morandi. “Here you are,” Miss Be.” Rachel nced around the room. It looked warm and cozy. It
was precisely designed to make people feelfortable “Miss Be, I wish you well with your
meeting,” Jerry said before turning around to leave. “You can call me anytime should you need anything.”
Rachel nodded. Jerry left the room, closing the door gently. Rachel walked to the sofa and as she sat
down, her phone vibrated. There was a message from Andy saying that he was on his way but was
being held up by a traffic jam. Rachel texted Andy back, informing him that she was already at the club.
“Take care,” she added to her message. She noticed a ss of cold orange juice on the small table by
the side of the sofa. It looked like it was brought there just before she got into the room. Orange juice
was her favorite drink. Raising her eyebrows, Rachel couldn’t help but think of what Jerry had just said.
She picked up the ss of orange juice and took a sip. It had the sweet-tart taste that she liked. What
could be on the seventh floor? 1 Rachel was thinking about it when someone buzzed on the door. It
brought her back from her musings. Did Andy arrive so soon? Rachel put the ss down on the side
table, stood up, and walked to the door, thinking that it was Andy on the other side.
Before she reached the door, it swung open. Rachel was stunned to see the man standing at the door.
He was a tall man, wearing a light-grey windbreaker. There was a gentle smile on his handsome face.
Rachel’s figure was reflected in his brown eyes. The man exuded gentleness and modesty. He didn’t
seem to have changed so much. He still gave people that warm feeling
“Long time no see, Rachel.” While Rachel was surprised to see him, the man seemed to know that she
would be al the Crown Club.
Four years had passed, and the man thought that he would never see Rachel again. While he appeared
calm and
collected, his slightly stiff fingertips betrayed his nervousness.
Rachel came to her senses. “Roger.” 5