NovelEnglish"Miss Eaton, our events are held in high-end venues, with a strong focus on privacy. That's why all the ladies must wear blindfolds when getting into the car," the driver explained.
Liza didn't buy it. "Are you kidding me? What if it ruins my makeup? What's going through the organizer's head? I don't care. I'm not wearing one of those. It's not like we could remember the route." The driver forced a smile. "We understand, Miss Eaton. Since you're invited, you must be a well-known lady in the circle. If you don't wish to wear a blindfold, we'll just block out the windows in the car." "That's more like it," Liza hummed, dragging Debra into the car.
It was then that Debra noticed something odd. The car's windows were specially tinted, not just from the outside but also from the inside. They couldn't see outside, and nobody could see in.
The organizer was very thoughtful.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtDebra had planned to see if Drake's men were following them, but this arrangement made it impossible.
She wasn't worried, though. Even if she couldn't bring those bodyguards, Drake should have contacted the staff in the hotel to ensure her safety.
Drake's intelligence was the only concern. He could be fooled by the organizer.
"It's boring. How much longer will it take?" Liza complained.
The city center wasn't that big. Normally, it would take less than 15 minutes to travel between those high-end venues. But now, the car had been running for over ten minutes with no signs of stopping.
"We're almost there, Miss Eaton," the driver reassured her.
Liza was getting restless. The car was dark, like a sealed can. Even with the lights overhead, there was Though the no view of the outside.
air conditioning was on, the air felt stuffy after a while. ' Debra couldn't see what was happening outside but had the distinct feeling they were just going in circles.
She had been in Orkgate for a while, and she knew the layout of the city center well. Before leaving, she had studied the route via a map app.
Not long after leaving the Lowe Mansion, the driver was looping around the city center square.
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Ten minutes later, the car finally stopped, and the door opened. The bright lights outside made her squirt. Debra looked up and saw the signboard, her heart sinking.
The Jovial Hotel was owned by the Sharp family.
Drake had investments in the hotel industry, and the Sharp family was one of his partners, though their relationship had becstrained since Yvonne's death. The organizer was smart enough to choose this place.
"Ladies, here we are," the driver said as he opened the door for them.
The banquet was bustling, with socialites gathering from all parts of the country. Liza glanced around recognizing nearly every woman there. Each was a famous, affluent figure in their circle.
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