NovelEnglishMalvina snapped to attention at once.
With a nervous glance at the ticket inspector, she remained still.
"What's the problem?" she asked.
The inspector, maintaining his politeness, responded, “Please cwith me.
You won't be able to board if there's an issue with your ticket.
Knowing she had to resolve this or miss her flight, Malvina gritted her teeth, grabbed her suitcase, and followed him to a side area for a more thorough inspection.
The following morning, Tyshawn repeatedly tried to call Malvina, only to find her phone still off.
He paced his villa's living room, restless as an ant on a hot skillet.
It was already 8:30, and his board meeting would start in just thirty minutes! With increasing irritation, he tried her number once more, only to hear the srecorded message. "Sorry, the number you have dialed is currently switched off.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtPlease try again later.
Frustrated, he exclaimed, "Damn it!" He threw his suit jacket onto the sofa, ruffling his freshly styled hair.
His cheeks, barely recovered from swelling, still showed faint handprints, adding to his look of agitation. "What's going for?" he muttered.
At that moment, Makenna hurried down from upstairs, alarmed by Tyshawn's state.
"Isn't the shareholder meeting today? Why haven't you left?" she asked.
Tyshawn glared back, teeth clenched.
"Meeting, my ass! That woman took 8@ million fromand now her phone is off!" "What? Seriously?" Makenna's face turned pale.
"Didn't you placate her properly yesterday? Lettry calling her.
Maybe she's just ignoring you.
She dialed Malvina's number, only to be met with the sautomated message.
"Oh my... She even blocked me! How dare she block her future mother-in-law!" "Enough, Mom!” Tyshawn snapped, his impatience evident.
"Right now, we need to find her to get that 10 billion! Or I can't regain control of the Mitchell Group!" "But..." Makenna glanced at her phone.
"There's only half an hour until the meeting.
If she's blocked us both, how are we supposed to find her?" Tyshawn sneered, his face twitching with frustration.
"I know what hotel she's staying at.
We'll go find her there!" The car raced out of the villa, heading straight for the hotel where Malvina was supposed to be.
In the hotel lobby, Tyshawn mentioned Malvina's name, saying he needed to find her.
After a search, the receptionist apologized, "I'm sorry, but we don't have a record of a guest by that name.
"Impossible!" Tyshawn frowned.
"Check again.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmMaybe she checked out.
I've dropped her off here multiple times.
You must remember me.
The receptionist hesitated but checked the records again.
"I've checked the checkout records m too, and I'm sorry, but there's Ad v.e record of her stay here. Perhaps you could check another place?" A cold sweat broke out on Tyshawn's forehead.
Could it be that Malvina had never actually stayed at this hoteĽ? Had she beem deceiving him all this time? As these thoughts raced through his mind, his phone rang abruptly.
He quickly answered, "Malvina! Why Locis your phone off? I cto the hotel, and they said you never stayed here! What's going on?” He felt like he was on the verge of madness.
On the other end, Malvina's voice carried a tone of annoyance.
"My phone had sissues.
I'm already at the company.
Why aren't you here yet?"
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