Chapter 2534: Tell Grandpa I’ll Be Late Getting Home

The seven or eight people sitting at the small round table drinking coffee suddenly quieted down, instinctively glancing at him then at Melda Isadora, all assuming the two were acquainted.

Someone even directly asked: "Melda, is that your friend?"

Melda Isadora seemed to have her throat squeezed, it was dry, and she couldn’t utter a single word: "..."

She hadn’t expected that he really came for her!

Her face looked unusually grim, her gaze flickering, with guilty thoughts in her heart: "You’ve mistaken me for someone else."

"Oh?" Felix Kingsley was not angry, he scrutinized her from head to toe, still smiling though the smile did not reach his eyes; his tone was a subtle threat: "Ms. Isadora, my master wants to meet you, would you be willing to honor us?"

Melda Isadora pinched her fingertips tightly, her fair face slightly turning green, about to refuse: "I’m supposed to play ball with friends later, maybe another day..."

"Ms. Isadora, I noticed your friends are all here, so I’m asking you to make the trip. If you’re unwilling, I’ll have to use my own method to ’invite’ you to move." Felix Kingsley interrupted her, becoming rather impolite.

Melda Isadora saw the man in front of her wasn’t joking, took a deep breath, quickly weighed the pros and cons, grit her teeth and said: "Where is the person you mentioned?"

Felix Kingsley made an inviting gesture, saying to her: "Right at this hotel."

Melda Isadora composed herself, picked up her bag, and turned back to say to her friends: "Please convey to my grandfather that I might be back later today."

Her friends weren’t fools; within a few minutes they had seen the undercurrents between the two, and also noticed that Melda Isadora and Felix Kingsley were clearly not friends.

Someone nervously nodded: "Don’t worry."

Melda Isadora, thinking of the Isadora family and the Hidden Family behind herself, felt more at ease, saying to Felix Kingsley: "Let’s go."

Felix Kingsley did not regard Melda Isadora’s small actions to inform someone as worthy of attention, hence he didn’t show any intention to obstruct her.

He watched Melda Isadora quickly calm down, even seeming somewhat fearlessly confident, and then pulled the corners of his mouth into a mocking arc.

Felix Kingsley didn’t waste words, directly leading the way ahead.

*

In the suite on the top floor of the hotel, as Melda Isadora followed Felix Kingsley inside, a heavy smell of blood assaulted her senses.

Her heart trembled slightly.

Then she heard the man who brought her say respectfully: "Amadeus, I’ve brought her."

"Hmm."

A cold, quiet voice, sounding young and very pleasant to listen to.

Melda Isadora was a step behind Felix Kingsley, so she saw the gruesome scene in the suite’s living room a moment later.

Only to see that the two assassins who had just been dragged in were lying on the ground like a heap of mud, blood pooled beneath them, while the living room featured not just the people she’d seen downstairs in the hotel, but also a man wiping blood from his hands with a white handkerchief.

Her first glance caught the man’s wrist adorned with a string of crimson Buddhist beads, wrapped three times around his wrist, highlighting his stark white and powerful wrist and making it very eye-catching.

Following the man’s hand upward, she saw an Eastern face even more striking than those she’d seen earlier.

He looked no more than twenty-five or twenty-six years old, with black hair, very pale skin, a pair of eyes as deep as the night, dark as an inkstone, thin lips, his features strikingly sharp and well-defined, not inferior to Westerners.

Melda Isadora was momentarily captivated, unable to tear her gaze away for a long time.

Amadeus Yancey tossed the handkerchief stained with blood to Felix Kingsley, then sat on the sofa: "Melda Isadora?"