The two men kept calm but were both on alert.

Ivan stopped mid-step and looked back. He said affirmatively, “Wait for me in the living room. I'll come downstairs in less than 30 minutes.” Then he went upstairs.

Thirty minutes sounded like an essential point. The two men wondered if Ivan was hinting at something.

Ivan thought he would hang on for half an hour even if there was something in the wines.

His men didn’t insist on following him. They checked the time in unison and remembered his reminder. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ Findɴovel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

The design and decoration of the second floor looked perfect. lvan was taken to a room that was far away from the staircase.

The maid knocked on the door and reported, “Excuse me, Lady Emily. Mr. Marsh has drunk up all the wines. He's at the door now.”

The door was opened, and a young maid bowed at Ivan politely. “Please come in, Mr. Marsh.” However, she left the room.

The door was open. Ivan could tell it was a big room with romantic decorations.

He entered, stepping on the costly carpet. A faint fragrance of a woman's perfume filled the air.

he walked, he saw the

a white lace long-sleeved gown. Upon hearing

then, the bedroom

gaze, he found Emily

to meet

Seemingly something was

before the bed.

hadn't felt anything abnormal, but he was still

am,” the girl answered with a

“What's wrong with your vocal

sit closer. Or you won't hear me,” Emily said to him, seemingly with difficulty. Covering her neck, she added,

through Ivan’s

because I can't talk too long.” Ivan

Johansen’s daughter. He's an outstanding jewelry designer, so he must have recorded every

voice, she added,

through Ivan’s intense eyes. That

"Where is the notebook?”

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