Chapter 2532: Why Not Do Something Better Than Asking for Death

Melda Isadora frowned slightly and instinctively looked towards the elevator.

Her friend also noticed she was looking at the elevator and followed her gaze, asking, "What are you looking at? You’ve been staring for an hour."

People were coming in and out of the elevator all the time, but the person didn’t see any particular reason, so they turned their head and asked her again, "Do you even have a friend staying here? Why do I feel like you know someone staying at the hotel?"

Melda Isadora was pulled back into the conversation and was just about to speak: "I’m just sitting around, what friend..."

Suddenly, her peripheral vision was caught by a figure.

She saw a man and a woman walking out of the elevator. The woman wore a casual sweater, a duckbill cap, and a black single shoulder bag draped loosely over her shoulder, with one hand in her pocket, exuding a unique personal aura.

Beside her was a young man taller than six feet, with outstanding looks, wearing a khaki top paired with casual pants, hinting at a well-off family background. He had a kind of gentlemanly aura, a very charming Eastern man.

The two walked out of the elevator one after the other.

Melda Isadora couldn’t help but feel nervous, squinting her bright eyes slightly and whispering to her friend, "The good show I mentioned is about to start."

Nathalie Quinlan’s aura was too strong!

Eastern faces were rare in this country.

Melda Isadora’s friends also noticed the man and woman appearing in the hotel lobby, and everyone involuntarily looked in their direction.

Sadam Vinson could feel the eyes coming from all directions. Looking ahead, he saw Nathalie walking in front, her fair face expressionless, clearly accustomed to this, not at all bothered by the gaze falling on her.

Feeling somewhat embarrassed, he touched his nose, coughed, and jogged to catch up: "Nathalie, wait for me."

The hotel lobby was quite large, and the place Melda Isadora chose to drink water was close to the hotel entrance, so she clearly heard Sadam Vinson call the girl Nathalie.

Qiao.

The person coming down from the hotel’s exclusive top floor elevator was also an Eastern person. Even though Melda Isadora was surprised that the other person was even younger than she thought, she was already ninety percent sure that the girl passing by them was the owner of the Black Market small pill, the miracle doctor from McKinney...

She also saw that the people she summoned had already followed Nathalie Quinlan, ready to act at any moment.

So young, why would she choose a path that leads to death?

"What a pity." Melda Isadora looked regretfully at the overly young girl, clicked her tongue, her eyes slightly cold, and gestured to the two assassins to make their move, appearing compassionate but really not caring about human life at all!

The two men in black following closely behind received the order, immediately quickened their pace, and were prepared to deal with Nathalie Quinlan on the spot.

Melda Isadora also picked up her coffee, elegantly waiting to watch the bloody spectacle of those who offended their Hidden Family.

Who knew it was at this moment.

Suddenly, a few people appeared out of nowhere in the hotel lobby, directly intercepting the assassins she had hired.

Moreover, as the two assassins’ expressions changed, realizing something was wrong and reaching for their guns, these people silently snatched the guns from their hands.

The leader delivered a hand chop to the necks of the two assassins, making no sound at all, and the people behind them ’supported’ the unconscious pair away...

The entire process took less than five seconds.

The people coming and going in the hotel lobby didn’t even notice the commotion on their side, and the two assassins Melda Isadora hired were ’dragged’ out of sight.