Chapter 2533: Is That Person Coming for Us?

Melda Isadora witnessed the entire process firsthand, her hand holding the coffee cup shook slightly, and her face turned pale.

Wha, what’s happening?

Who were those people just now?

Where did they come from?

The hotel lobby was lavishly decorated, bustling with people, and the little episode from earlier was like water drops sinking into the sea, not even causing a ripple.

Other than Melda Isadora, who was personally involved, nobody else even noticed this side.

Her friends were still sitting there chatting away, discussing the handsome Eastern man who just walked by.

"Did you guys notice the man and woman who just walked past? The man is so handsome, a real gem."

"I saw them too."

The women almost unanimously agreed that Sadam Vinson was handsome.

As for the men, they scoffed at the women’s infatuation: "An Eastern man, just a pretty but useless showpiece, only you women think he’s handsome. I say he’s just a pretty boy, am I right?"

Melda Isadora invited five women and three men altogether.

The other two men nodded frequently, deeply agreeing.

Someone called out to Melda Isadora: "Are we going to keep sitting here doing nothing? How about we go somewhere else, this place is so boring."

"I didn’t mind, you ask Melda." The chubby woman who first suggested changing places expressed no objection.

The man in the floral shirt turned his head and urged Melda Isadora: "Everyone wants to change places, how about we go to the Honeybees Club to play ball?"

Melda Isadora, absent-minded: "Alright."

As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly caught sight of the man who was leading earlier turning his head and glancing in her direction.

Then she was horrified to discover that he actually turned and started walking towards her!

’Boom’!

Melda Isadora stood up abruptly, her movement was so large that it caused the chair beside her leg to crash loudly, producing a piercing scraping sound.

Her friends were startled.

Someone reached out and grabbed her: "What are you doing? What’s wrong?"

"No, nothing." Melda Isadora’s heart was a chaotic mess, she had no mood to talk with her friends at all, her eyes were fixed on the man walking towards them, her heart in nervous turmoil.

Was it her imagination?

How could he possibly know that she hired the hitman?!

Yet he was clearly coming at her!

Or... perhaps he was just walking this way, and she was overthinking it?

Melda Isadora looked at the man who was getting closer and closer, her mind went blank, she clenched her fist hanging at her side, but desperately pursed her lips, guessing in her heart whether he was really coming for her.

Her face appeared very pale, her eyes also flickering intensely, anxious and restless.

Making her friends glance at each other, all dumbfounded.

"What’s wrong with her?"

"I don’t know." Someone shrugged, depressed: "She’s been acting strange since the start today, didn’t go to our usual places, insisted we come here for afternoon tea. Then everyone came, she hardly spoke, don’t know what she was looking at the whole time... I asked her if any friends were staying at this hotel, she said no acquaintances. Who knows what’s wrong with her now!"

The man in the floral shirt noticed Felix Kingsley walking over, pulled his companion’s arm beside him, motioned with his lips: "Is that person coming for us?"

"Who?" His companion looked over, saw Felix’s expression change slightly, couldn’t speak in time.

Felix had already walked up to the group, hands in pockets, directly standing in front of Melda Isadora, smiling slightly, appearing polite: "Ms. Isadora?"

He emphasized the ’Isadora’ heavily.