Find Me In Your Labyrinth

Chapter 4

Jonathan asked Millard to investigate the woman who jumped out of the window that day, so Millard

immediately checked the surveillance footage of the Sapphire Hotel

Oddly enough, there was a blank space in the footage between 7 and 9 PM Even the hotel’s security personnel couldn’t explain. They could only guess that the internet connection might have been lost at that time.

But Millard still found someone-Hattie.

Hattie was a small-time actress going for an innocent and gentle image, never quite making it big She was seen entering the Sapphire Hotel at 6:50 PM yesterday, heading towards the Pearl Place. After that, there was a gap in the surveillance footage, so it wasn’t clear which room she went to

At 9:05 PM, Hattie’s agent helped her exit from the Pearl Place. She was limping with a pain-filled expression, clearly injured.

Since the footage after that was gone, Millard took some time to find out which hospital Hattie was staying at. She had undergone surgery on her left leg the night before.

Millard had also checked her medical records: it was a fall injury.

Hope Hospital In VIP room 706, the woman lying on the bed clasped her hands together, looking uneasy at Jonathan sitting on the sofa across from her. “Mr. Lamont, may I help you?”

“How did you hurt your leg?” Jonathan asked nonchalantly.

Hattie, with her leg in a cast, hesitated for a moment before replying in a low voice, “Does it have anything to do with you?”

“You don’t have to hide it. I had someone check the surveillance footage. Last night around 9 o’clock, your agent helped you get into a car and leave. Your leg was already broken at that time. You’re the one who jumped out of my room that night, right?” Jonathan’s tone was as indifferent as ever.

Since there were no cameras facing the guests’ room windows in the Sapphire Hotel due to privacy concerns, it was unclear where Hattie had jumped from. However, her movements were consistent with the events of that night.

Hattie was momentarily stunned, then glanced over with confusion in her eyes, her mind already working on a plan.

Her agent, standing beside her, didn’t dare to interrupt.

legs and said calmly. “Don’t be afraid. As I’ve said before, if you help me, I’ll

a bank card on the table, with a straight face. There’s

a moment before responding. “I don’t want the money. I um… I wanted to

keep my word. If you don’t want the money, you

eye, Hattie squeezed her palms tightly and cautiously said, “I don’t want anything. If, if Mr. Lamont

would be better if you made a more

looking awkward and embarrassed. After some thought, she said, “I don’t want to stay in my current company anymore. Can Mr.

“Would you like to join Lamont Group’s Firefly Media

Firefly Media Group was one of the top entertainment companies in the country, which had produced countless first-tier stars. Once they

you regarding contracts As for the

gentle. Her pale

was leaving, he suddenly turned back and asked, “Why did you go to

was taken aback but quickly replied, “I was supposed to go to the room next door for an audition, but I

Jonathan

the Sapphire Hotel to discuss a new acting role, and the assistant director wanted to take advantage of her under the

a while before

agent had been lecturing her, saying that in order to succeed in the industry. sacrifice is

what was going on and asked anxiously, “Did Mr. Lamont mistake you for someone else?

responded, “What else can we do? Sleep with that pig-like assistant

prospect of signing with Firefly Media Group was too tempting to resist, but

the entire C Country, with influence reaching from the government

opportunity, why should she push it

and having those high and mighty people coming

expose her. That night when she suddenly jumped off the

got into the car with a gloomy face. He didn’t expect her to be a small-time actress. She looked pretty good, but

that the fact that she had humiliated him with 100 yuan. was no longer interesting. He didn’t want to pursue it anymore and just

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