Chapter 393
The rain poured heavier gradually. Queenie read the online articles, which were getting on her nerves.
Once the car halted in front of the hotel, she hurriedly entered the building with an umbre. She
covered her face with it throughout the whole walk and did not even keep her umbre in the elevator.
Standing before the room Elliot informed her of, she stretched out her arm to ring the doorbell.
Soon, the door swung open, revealing Elliot, whose lower body was covered with a towel. He teased
upon seeing her. "Not bad, you''re quick."
She looked at him coldly. "Just what do you want?"
He scanned her from head to toe. "Let''s talk inside. It''s no fun standing here."
It was not until she entered the room that she kept her umbre. Elliot walked toward the wine rack
while weing his guest. "Have a seat."
Queenie''s gaze trailed along with him and she sat on the couch in the living room.
A whileter, he came out with two sses of red wine before cing one of them in front of her.
"Nevertheless, congrattions on your win," said Elliot as he raised her wine ss for her.
Frowning, she smothered the repulsiveness and hatred in her. She took the ss from his hand and
took a small sip under his watchful eyes. He was content with her reaction as he stared at her.
She put down the ss. "Tell me how much you want. I''ll get it for you."
"No, no, no." He polished off his drink before seating himself next to her. "If I wanted money, I wouldn''t
havee to you. Miss Kramer is rolling in cash! As for the reason why I called you, it is to talk about
some personal matters between us.
Saying that, he ced his hand on her thigh.
Queenie sprang to her feet. "Show some respect!"
He burst intoughter but soon put on a serious face. "You came to my room and you''re talking about
respect, huh?"
"I''m here because—" She was halfway through her words when the surroundings suddenly blurred out
in her vision. Meanwhile, Elliot just sat there with a smile that deepened in malice.
rmed, she rooted around her bag for the knife with quivering hands. Even her voice was trembling
uncontrobly. "G-Get away from me or I''ll—"
Her reaction amused him instead of angering him. "Well, well, well. Seems like you''re prepared. Didn''t
see thising."
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Queenie''s head grew hazy and she found it difficult to stand still on her feet. He snatched the knife
away with ease before pinning her onto the couch aggressively. "If that''s the case, don''t you me me
for this!"
A few hourster, the medicine finally wore off and so Queenie got up. After reaching for a cloth to
cover herself, she picked up her phone to call the police.
Sitting beside her was Elliot, who narrowed his eyes while smoking. "Sue me if you want to."
Following that, he threw a phone in her direction. "The evidence is here. All you have to do is to file a
lawsuit.
She bit her lip, for she did not expect him to record the entirety of it. He exhaled a puff of smoke before
adding, "I''m a coward too. If I''m under interrogation, I''d be super nervous that I''d tell them everything
that happened between us. I don''t mind, but it''ll be such a shame for you. It hasn''t been long since you
won thepetition and yet, you''re going to prison."
After a long silence, she began to put on her clothes. Just as she was going to leave, he piped up,
"Rx. As long as you make sure that you''re always one call away, I won''t tell anyone about the video
orpetition."
Her body went stiff at that as her hands balled up into fists. Still, she could only rein back her anger and
leave with hisughter ringing behind her.
…
From the hotel, Queenie did not head to her contemporary ce but to her real home instead.
However, the route of the water-logged street could not be discerned due to the torrential downpour.
In sodden clothes and shoes, she trudged along the street until she arrived at the doorstep of her
ce. No matter how long she knocked onto the door, the only response she received was the pitter-
patters, which showed no sign of stopping.
The knocking went on a while until it disturbed the neighbor. An old man in his sixties doddered out. It
took him some time to recognize the person standing before him. "Oh, Queenie. Your father is out. You
can stop that now."
She turned her head as rage seeped into her voice. "Where has he gone to?"
"He wasn''t feeling well a while ago, so he went to the hospital. He hasn''t been back since then."
"What about Ron?"
"Ron took your father to the hospital and didn''te back either." After saying that, he wheeled around
and entered his house.
Queenie gazed at the potted nt, which grew under Leo''s utmost care. The ire in her red,
prompting her to kick it against the wall and the pot smashed into pieces. As the soil covered the nt,
it slowly lost its essence of vitality.
The old man next door looked back upon hearing the nging noise. "Tsk tsk." He then shook his head
and closed the door.
Subsequently, Queenie headed to Ron''s ce in a hope to find a clue that led to his whereabouts. At
this point, Ron was the only person that could help her go against Elliot.
After finding the keys left by Ron under the window, she entered the house only to realize how dusty
the space was. It seemed like it had been a long time since he was gone.
Still, she could not bring herself to leave the ce. In the end, she found a piece of paper and pen to
leave her contact number so that he could call her immediately.
On her way back, she turned her head to look at the building perching in the rain as the filthy smell of
trash shrouded it.
I will nevere back here ever again in my life!
…
Even if Leanna slept for only a few hours, she felt refreshed when she opened her eyes. The dark
clouds were still weeping; no one knew how much longer it was going to pour.
She changed her clothes before heading downstairs. Just as she reached the living room, a maid came
up to her in a hurry. "Miss McKinney, Mr. Crossley wants to see you in the study."
"Got it."
She strode toward the study and knocked onto the door. Lloyd''s icy voice resounded from the inside.
"Come in."
Leanna stepped into the room and asked indifferently, "Is there something you''d like to talk about with
me, Mr. Crossley?"
The gaze in his eyes grew fierce as he gazed at her. Probably due to how he spent the whole night
awake, that gentle facade of his was long gone.
Looking him into the eyes, she remained unfazed and showed no hints of backing down. A few
momentster, he finally gave a response. "I bet you know what''s on the Inte, don''t you?"
She nodded. "It''s blown up and there are articles everywhere. It''s not easy to not know about it."
"You heard of it from the news?"
"Where else but there?" Leanna questioned back.