Lock You In My Heart Chapter 405
‘Lolita knows the owner of this hotel?’
With her eyes opened wide like saucers, Gabrielle almost choked on the air, hearing Lolita’s
mountainous words crashing down on her.
‘Howe she knows him? And how can she manage to say it out loud?!’ Gabrielle’s bones chilled
with even the thought of it. ‘God! Isn’t she scared of getting punched if she got exposed?’
“Lolita,” Gabrielle whispered, pulling Lolita by her arm. “Let’s not grab attention. Why don’t we just stop
talking about it?”
What Lolita just bragged about was no joke the way she was boasting it out casually. It could get her
into problems, the worst of which was getting killed.
Gabrielle had never seen the hotel, let alone hear of its boss. It was their first-ever visit to this ce. So
believing in Lolita’s words was hard for Gabrielle. She couldn’t imagine what others might be thinking.
“No, Gabrielle. We don’t need to stop talking, not at least about it and not at least at this very moment.
Let me get this in their brains that I don’t just know somebody from this ce, but the boss, the owner
of the Hotel Flower Valley!” Lolita’s tone was almost announcing, wasting Gabrielle’s idea of keeping
her low.
Gabrielle could feel that the words slipping out of Lolita’s mouth were full of unrestrained anger, and
this didn’t make her happy at the least.
‘If she’s going to rumble like this, then we surely will have the safest trip tonight!’ Gabrielle scoffed
inwardly.
Right at that very moment, the twist in ns charged Gabrielle to take the right step. Getting inside the
hotel tonight wasn’t important anymore. What mattered more now was for her to take Lolita out of the
scene for her safety because Lolita’s mouth was acting like a ticking bomb, trying to escape all the
ridiculous words at once.
“Hey. How about we visit here some other time, huh? Let’s leave for now.” Being under the continuous
evaluating stare of those women around them was irking Gabrielle to her limits. She gently grabbed
Lolita’s hand.
‘What the hell did Vivian want?! If she didn’t want us inside, she shouldn’t have asked us toe at all.
There are no ethics to call someone and then humiliate them like this!
Of course, her n of screwing us tonight isn’t failing at all.
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She’s such a toxic nner!’
“Come on, Gabrielle. Don’t say that. We’re already here. We can’t just leave without going inside.”
Lolita grabbed her phone and started searching for a contact to call.
Gabrielle felt disrespected standing at the door and not being asked inside. So she pulled out
ss=”p_sj”>’Can you let me and Lolita inside the Hotel Flower Valley? Is there a way?’
Right within a minute, Gabrielle’s phone ss=”p_sj”>’Wait there. The manager will pick you up.’
As relief settled on her shoulders, Gabrielle pulled Lolita aside to talk. “We have a way to get inside,
Lolita. Just wait for a bit.”
“Nope! We’re going inside right away.” Brightly smiling at Gabrielle’s face, Lolita’s eyes sparked with
excitement.
“What do you mean?” Gabrielle looked at Lolita in confusion.
“You fucking yokels! Stop trying to be some chic.” One of the women said, “Apologize! If you get lost.”
On the edge of her anger, Lolita mocked in a calcted tone, “How can we apologize to you? I am
afraid you don’t fall in the list in front of whom we kneel, and that includes immortals and our parents.”
A cruel smirk appeared on Lolita’s lips. “And oh, I almost forgot, the dead are also included in that list.
Now, with your makeup and stic deformed faces, neither are you immortal nor our parents. So,
would you mind eyebrows with a clear bored expression on her face even though she was fuming
deep within.
Gabrielle was taken aback by the way Lolita was reacting. Throughout her time spent with Lolita, she
had never seen her even in the slightest form of rage. In fact, Lolita shared a very gentle and lovely
aura in thepany.
Digging her nails in her palms, Lolita seemed to be controlling herself from tearing these women apart,
which quite scared them.
“Shut up, you shameless bumpkin! Mind your ce. Don’t forget who you’re messing with,” that woman
yelled back at
Lolita. “You’re so stupid to ruin your only chance inside. Now get lost. Get out of Antawood and go back
to your pathetic dirty viges to where you belong. This big city isn’t your taste to handle.” Another
woman spat, “We won’t mind teaching you your ce in your scrapped clothes though.” The women
were equally angry the way Lolita was.
The start of a terrible fight was on the verge, but thankfully, someone intruded with his clear and manly
voice.
“Since when has the Hotel Flower Valley be a vegetable market?”
Everyone whipped their heads to the source of that deep and cold voice. A tall man was standing
behind them, gazing at them indifferently.
Other than Gabrielle, everyone immediately recognized him. He was the second son of the Shaw
Group in Ensfield, Shaw Kendal.
“Mr. Shaw!”
“Kendal, my big brother!” There was a hint of cry in Lolita’s voice as she ran towards Kendal, calling
him by his name.
‘Isn’t Kendal her brother? Are they both rted?’
Gabrielle was still in a daze. ‘But didn’t Lolita tell that she was from an ordinary family? She said it
herself.
And now, out of nowhere, apparently, she has a cousin who’s surely not the bit of ordinary.’
“Hey, little cutie. I guess I’ve been asked for help because some problem went out of your hand, am I
wrong? Cause I can’t imagine otherwise.” Kendal smiled. “Plus, I am thankfully in Antawood, but…
Why didn’t you get back to Ensfield?” He yfully flicked on Lolita’s forehead with his fingers.
“Hey!” Lolita moaned, rubbing her forehead. “I am already a slow learner. Do you want to flick my brain
dead?” She pouted at his direction in usation.
They both weren’t aware of the changing colors of the faces around them. And Gabrielle, with her
mouth hung low, was nevertheless included in those spectators who were shocked by their bickering.
Concluding from the way Lolita and Kendal were gabbing, their words and tones suggested that they
either shared the bond of siblings or cousins.
And that consideration wasn’t promising for the women who, just a few minutes back, harshly
threatened the sister of Shaw Kendal like a thug.
“And you’re telling me now that you’re slow?” Kendal yfully raised an eyebrow. “Well, I won’t say
you’re wrong. Look, you’re the toughest Lolita, who can fight with anything. I can’t expect you to be in a
conflict where you need me. What would’ve happened if I wasn’t in Antawood, huh?” Not in a mood of
heeding to her warning, Kendal again knocked Lolita’s forehead.
Annoyed by his actions, Lolita pouted again with a frown. “Of course, I wouldn’t have asked you for
help if you weren’t here. Anyway,” Lolita said, getting herself back to the main thing. “I and my friend
came here,” Lolita said, tilting her head towards Gabrielle. “We weren’t permitted to enter the hotel. I
want to visit. Help us.”
“You came with a friend?” Looking at the girl towards whom Lolita gestured, Kendal raised an eyebrow.
Right next to him, Gabrielle was silent all the time during their conversation.
Right when Kendal came here, Gabrielle’s pretty face, glowing under the night lights, made him pause.
But he turned his attention to Lolita soon. Another reason why he didn’t pay much attention to Gabrielle
was that he wasn’t sure if she was at Lolita’s side or not.
And now, he was sure who was he admiring. She was indeed Lolita’s friend.
“Yes, my friend. Meet Gabrielle Jones, Kendal. She’s my coworker and an amazing person who has
been super good with me since day one. Plus, isn’t she beautiful?!” Lolita pushed Kendal towards
Gabrielle, hardly controlling her excitement.
“Of course, she is. If someone doesn’t acknowledge this beauty, they must be blind.” Kendal smiled at
Gabrielle. “Nice to meet you, Miss Jones. I’m Lolita’s cousin, Kendal. Thanks for taking care of this
naughty girl for me. Plus, I am hopeful that she didn’t cause you much trouble.” Kendal politely waited
for a formal handshake, stretching his hand towards Gabrielle.
Gabrielle smiled, looking at Kendal’s unchecked beauty. “You don’t have to be grateful for anything, Mr.
Shaw. Lolita helps me out too.”
Just as Gabrielle was about to grab Kendal’s hand, someone called her name. “Excuse me.” A man
came forward in Gabrielle’s direction. “It’s Miss Jones, right? I am the manager of this hotel. Mr. Morris
instructed me to pick you up.”