Love's Change of Heart

Chapter 393

The rain poured heavier gradually. Queenie read the online articles, which were getting on her nerves.

Once the car halted in front of the hotel, she hurriedly entered the building with an umbrella. She covered her face with it throughout the whole walk and did not even keep her umbrella in the elevator.

Standing before the room Elliot informed her of, she stretched out her arm to ring the doorbell.

Soon, the door swung open, revealing Elliot, whose lower body was covered with a towel. He teased upon seeing her. "Not bad, you're quick."

She looked at him coldly. "Just what do you want?"

He scanned her from head to toe. "Let's talk inside. It's no fun standing here."

It was not until she entered the room that she kept her umbrella. Elliot walked toward the wine rack while welcoming his guest. "Have a seat."

Queenie's gaze trailed along with him and she sat on the couch in the living room.

A while later, he came out with two glasses of red wine before placing one of them in front of her.

"Nevertheless, congratulations on your win," said Elliot as he raised her wine glass for her.

Frowning, she smothered the repulsiveness and hatred in her. She took the glass from his hand and took a small sip under his watchful eyes. He was content with her reaction as he stared at her.

She put down the glass. "Tell me how much you want. I'll get it for you."

"No, no, no." He polished off his drink before seating himself next to her. "If I wanted money, I wouldn't have come to you. Miss Kramer is rolling in cash! As for the reason why I called you, it is to talk about some personal matters between us.

Saying that, he placed his hand on her thigh.

sprang to her feet. "Show

burst into laughter but soon put on a serious face. "You came to my room and you're

out in her vision. Meanwhile, Elliot just sat there

for the knife with quivering hands. Even her voice was trembling uncontrollably. "G-Get away from

angering him. "Well, well, well. Seems like you're

her feet. He snatched the knife away with ease before pinning her onto

Queenie got up. After reaching for a cloth to cover herself, she picked up her phone to call the

her was Elliot, who narrowed his eyes while smoking. "Sue

evidence is here. All you have to do is to file a

nervous that I'd tell them everything that happened between

put on her clothes. Just as she was going to leave, he piped up, "Relax. As long as you make sure that you're

hands balled up into fists. Still, she could only rein back

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hotel, Queenie did not head to her contemporary place

street could not be discerned due to the torrential

her place. No matter how long she knocked onto the door, the only response she received was the pitter-patters,

on a while until it disturbed the neighbor. An old man in his sixties doddered out. It took him some time to recognize the person standing before him. "Oh, Queenie. Your father is

head as rage seeped into her voice. "Where

went to the

"What about Ron?"

took your father to the hospital and didn't come back either." After saying that, he wheeled around

gazed at the potted plant, which grew under Leo's utmost care. The ire in her flared, prompting her to kick it against the wall and the pot smashed into pieces. As the

old man next door looked back upon hearing the clanging noise.

to Ron's place in a hope to find a clue that led to his whereabouts. At this point, Ron was the only