Stuck in you

The little girl, who stood next to her mother, was actually secretly watching Rachel. The young mother lowered her head and gently stroked her daughter's face. "Baby, say hello," she whispered.

The little girl hesitated a bit before staring up at the woman. She shyly waved her hand. "Hi."

Rachel smiled back. "Hi. it's nice to meet you."

The elevator finally arrived at the respective floor.

As she was about to go out, she heard the little girl asking her curiously, "Are you shooting a TV series?"

Rachel glanced at the gown she was wearing. She bit back a laugh and shook her head. "No. I wore this because I have to."

She wasn't part of a TV series. In fact, her reality was much more exciting than any series that she had watched.

Every time she attended a banquet, something bad would happen.

She decided to make some preparations before she went to the next banquet.

The last time she attended a banquet, she was trapped in the fire. This time, though, was different. She was not the one who was in danger, but the man.

She couldn't help but feel lucky and scared at the same time. If she weren't on the second floor, the man could've died.

The little girl eyed Rachel's beautiful gown with admiration glinting in her eyes.

She turned and whispered something in her mother's ear.

"Yes." Her mother nodded and patted the young girl's head.

Jack looked for Rachel everywhere, but he still couldn't find her. He was already dripping with anxiety. His wife wouldn't have left without saying a word.

But even as he searched for every crook and cranny of the mansion, he still didn't know where she had gone to.

Jack's heart sank. Without giving up, he decided to ask the waiters. However, he only got negative answers.

After a while, a waiter happened to come over with a woman's purse and cellphone. When Jack glanced his way, he realized that that was Rachel's purse.

He frowned. "Excuse me. Can I have a look at that purse?" he asked.

The waiter was stunned as he handed the purse to Jack. "Sir, is this yours?"

Jack didn't answer. Instead, he carefully looked at the purse's contents. It was indeed Rachel's.

The waiter then handed him the phone. "I found this with the purse, sir."

Jack's eyes darkened and his fingers tightened around the phone. "Where did you find them?" he demanded lowly.

The waiter was frightened by his sudden change of behavior. He scratched the back of his neck uneasily. "I found them on the second floor."

purse was obviously a woman's. And yet the waiter

"Are they yours, sir?"

Please take me to the place you

Bill Huo, and the old

butler, who was an old man, busied himself

found a nurse and wanted to borrow her phone to call Jack,

were Lea's and Eric's, but when she

noticed that she didn't

need any

a while

with her, but that was

handed her back the phone. "No.

man was all right or not. That was

Bill Huo a guest? If he was, why was he escorted

be a family member because the last time Jack told her about the host, she knew for a

a relative. Suddenly, his butler approached her, knocking her out

in his hands. He was so happy that he could burst into tears at any given

you, miss! Thank

waved her hand dismissively. This was her job. There

been saved," he stuttered out, wiping

Rachel smiled.

too kind. I just happen to be at the right place at the right time. Anyone else who would've encountered such

the way, have you contacted his

wiping the tears on his face as he had an embarrassed expression

over him for a second? I have to go through all the formalities. Can you take care for him even

turn him down, he added, "It will only be just a moment.

that the man was practically drowning with his work, she knew that she had no

When Rachel agreed,

old man was so happy that he

Bill Huo's life

man was still very weak and pale, his condition was

still present along his skin,

mark on the side of his neck. Rachel pursed his lips as she

sat beside him and observed

his butler ran over to the other end

his face was red and puffy,

met

gazing at his face

looked nothing out

of what she was thinking, he would've spat

was handsome. How dare she call him

contemplating on

or not