Unbreakable Love His Passion for Her Transcends Death by Beanie Gold

Yvette recalled the photo Jeremiah had shown her, where Xavier had been unsteady on his feet. He'd needed both Daphne and a black-clad bodyguard's support to stay on his feet. Xavier rarely got drunk, and when he did, it was never to the point of being completely unconscious. She had tried to get him drunk before but had never succeeded.

"Noah, I just remembered there's something I need to do. You go to bed. Don't wait for me."

Noah nodded. "Okay."

As Yvette hurried out, Noah muttered to himself, "It's not that I want to help you, you bastard father. I just don't want to see you die young. I want you to make more money for me and Zac."

Aside from Zachary, no one knew that Noah had an extraordinary talent-he could perceive many things others couldn't through people's conversations and facial expressions.

His accuracy was around 70% to 80%. He was akin to being a psychological expert but with an exceptionally strong sense. Just by hearing Yvette's call with Mark, he had roughly pieced together what had happened.

After Yvette left, she went to the underground garage, got into another car, and closed her eyes as she tried to recall the hotel in Jeremiah's photo. It had seemed familiar. She thought she had seen it before.

With no time to think further, Yvette drove to the city, using the navigation to search for all the hotels and checking them one by one.

She wanted to give Xavier and herself one last chance and find out the truth about whether he'd recovered his memories and was pretending to be poor.

Finally, Yvette found a hotel that looked exactly like the one in the photo. Wearing a mask, she got out of the car, sent Mark a photo and the address, then walked inside.

like to book

assigned her a

hotel had eight floors. Yvette took the key card and decided to search

"Thank you."

hotel lobby was like any other, but with the late hour, there were two security guards patrolling

noticed her, one of them mentioned, "The eighth floor is booked. Please

and whispered, "Are you stupid? The elevator doesn't

are

that?" ,

her

"I'm just worried about someone sneaking up and

the eighth floor. To avoid suspicion, she took the elevator to the sixth floor before she

reached the seventh floor, she saw a few people patrolling the stairwell. They were

is so annoying. Do we have to guard all night? Don't they sleep in

you hear the sound of someone showering? They probably took too much drug; one or two times won't be enough to scratch

CEO of a multinational company. What a treatment, huh? Women just

great the guy is, he still relies