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."

obviously a woman's. And yet the waiter was

"Are they yours, sir?"

me to the place you picked them

hospital was Bill Huo, and the old man

man, busied himself by filling out

found a nurse and wanted to borrow her phone to call Jack, but she couldn't remember his

only numbers she remembered were Lea's and Eric's, but

she didn't look

any help?"

thought for a while before

bring any money with her, but that was

handed her back the

or not. That

a guest? If he was, why was he

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

it could be possible that the man was a relative. Suddenly,

was so happy that he could burst into tears at any

Thank

This was her job. There was no need to thank

wouldn't have been saved," he stuttered out,

Rachel smiled.

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

the way, have you contacted

the tears on his face as he

he stuttered before looking at her pleadingly. "Please, miss, do you mind if you watch over him for a second? I have to go through all

might turn him down, he added, "It will only be just a moment. I'll come up as soon as I finish

that the man was practically drowning with his work, she knew that she

When Rachel agreed,

old man was so happy that he

Bill Huo's

still very weak and pale, his condition was already

his skin, making his face look swollen

neck. Rachel pursed his lips as she stared at

chair, she sat beside him and

the other end of the corridor

was red and puffy, she still found him incredibly

met before?'

at his

out of the

was thinking, he would've spat

handsome. How dare she call him

contemplating

or not