Chapter 160 Lillian Clearly in Trouble
"Alright. Even if you can't do it, Lillian also didn't get the chance either, so it's not a total loss," Rose advised Wendy.
Wendy relaxed her brows. ‘That's true. By the time Lillian wakes up, it would be too late for everything.’ She wondered if Lillian would be crying out of anger.
At that moment, the doorbell rang.
"Is it Mr. Frane coming to see you?" asked Rose.
Wendy was instantly overjoyed, stood up from the couch, and was about to rush to open the door. But then she remembered she had just smoked, so she hesitated. "Rose, keep him there. I'll be right out."
She ran to the bathroom to spray some perfume, reapplied her lipstick, unbuttoned two buttons on her chest, and then hurried to the entrance.
However, when she saw the man coming in, her smile froze slightly on her face.
"Why is it you?" Wendy asked.
"If not me, then who else? Wendy, I just helped you, how are you going to thank me?" The man took a step forward, embraced Wendy's waist, and used his fingers to open her slightly loose collar. "Why are you so enthusiastic? Did you know I was coming?"
Wendy dealt with him, signaling Rose with her eyes to guard the door.
When Lillian woke up, it was already dark outside.
Still feeling groggy, she sat up from the couch, not knowing where she was for a moment.
Her phone on the table vibrated, and she instinctively answered.
"Lilian, I've prepared a celebration banquet for you. Where are you? Why haven't you come back yet? Did you get a new teacher and don't want to come back?" When Shirley's cheerful voice sounded, Lillian's memories suddenly flooded back, and she stood up abruptly.
"Shirley, I can't talk to you right now. I'll contact you later." She quickly hung up the phone and checked the time. She found she had slept for nearly six hours. She tapped her head, rushed out of the room, and hurried to Alice's room, anxiously knocking on the door.
There was no response from inside.
The cleaning staff happened to be pushing a cleaning cart over. Lillian asked, and the staff member replied, "The foreigners here checked out an hour ago. They left the hotel with their group."
Lillian's breathing hitched. She saw several missed calls from Anna on her phone.
She ran to the elevator, calling Anna, but no one answered. It wasn't until the elevator was about to reach the ground floor that Anna finally picked up on the fourth call.
Lillian's voice was urgent and pleading. "Anna, I'm sorry for this afternoon..."
Anna didn't want to hear her explanation, cutting her off coldly, "Alice despises those who are not punctual and not serious about dancing. Your attitude has disappointed her. We are boarding the plane, don't call again."
Anna hung up, but Lillian didn't give up, continued calling, and ran out of the hotel.
However, Anna had blocked her.
Lillian stood in front of the hotel, and the cold wind blew through the corridor. Then she squatted on the ground, looking disheveled.
Not far away, in the black car, Terry was about to remind Jackson, but recalling Jackson's order not to mention Lillian again, he kept quiet.
However, it was obvious that Lillian was in trouble.
Wearing such thin dance clothes, how could she run out of the hotel barefoot? Terry couldn't bear it and glanced in the rearview mirror. However, he saw Jackson in the back seat, with his cold and stern profile, looking out the window.
That direction and focused gaze meant he had spotted Lillian.
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