Chapter 140
"Kevin, you're too kind. We'll get busy now. Just call me if you need anything."
"Alright, thanks."
Leopold and Agnes were the first to arrive at the hotel, with everything meticulously arranged by Kevin to cleverly avoid the following convoy. Five minutes after Leopold entered the hotel room, the others followed in sequence, first to the parking lot, then into the hotel.
As everyone got out of the car, they didn't notice Leopold's prominent vehicle. Justin looked around and asked the bodyguard, who informed him that Agnes had already arrived at the hotel and was likely in her room.
He hesitated for a moment, thinking he should give her a call. But when he dialed, the phone rang a few times before being abruptly cut off.
What is Agnes doing? He thought for a moment, a slight smile forming on his lips, and whispered to the bodyguard, "Mr. Neville must be here, right?"
Kevin had already instructed the bodyguards on what they could and couldn't say. So, in response to Justin's inquiry, the bodyguard nodded truthfully.
That confirmed it!
Justin put away his phone, humming a tune as he dragged his suitcase away, not wanting to disturb the newly reunited couple.
As he had guessed, in a luxurious presidential suite, the atmosphere was warm and passionate despite the winter chill.
A phone rang a few times nearby, but Leopold didn't even glance at the caller before turning it off.
From start to finish, the two hadn't been apart for even a second.
"Wait a moment, I'm going to take a bath." The past few days in Willow Creek had been cold and the conditions were basic, so she hadn't had a proper bath.
Leopold's voice was hoarse as he refused, "We'll bathe together later."
"I haven't had a proper bath in days," she confessed, knowing his obsession with cleanliness. She thought that by saying this, he would let her go for now.
But she was wrong. Leopold's actions showed his determination.
During the drive, Leopold had wanted to make a move, but Agnes had stopped him by pointing out the driver in the front seat.
She didn't need to look to feel his intense gaze. He was indeed overly charming, every contour exuding elegance and nobility. But,
His deep eyes, with a hint of rebellious mischief, seemed to have a captivating power, radiating an irresistible aura of danger.
Now, finally alone, Leopold began to exercise his privileges.
Recalling the night she got drunk a few days ago, Agnes felt a bit apprehensive and reminded him, "Leopold, please be gentle!"
Two minutes later, Agnes was forced to admire the city's night view from the window.
Meanwhile, in a room a few doors down,
A girl excitedly circled the presidential suite, marveling at its grandeur. After jumping on the bed a few times, she propped her chin and said, "I must thank Agnes properly. If it weren't for her, I might never have had the chance to stay in such a luxurious presidential suite."
The chubby boy next to her nodded enthusiastically, "And the car too, it was amazing! I've never ridden in a Bentley Mulsanne before! A car worth millions of dollars! I usually don't even dare to get close to one, but today, thanks to Agnes, I got to experience it."
Leaning against the door, Justin lazily joked, "Stick with me, and I guarantee you'll ride in luxury cars all the time!"
Grace, who had been scorned by Justin all the way, finally found a chance to retort and didn't miss it: "Luxury cars all the time? Everyone in Lumina City knows your dad keeps you on a tight leash. No one in Willow Creek dares to pick you up!"
Justin, feeling the warmth of the suite after leaving the cold and poverty of Willow Creek, was in a good mood and didn't get angry for once: "You're not much different. Did Jeffrey send a car to pick you up? If it weren't for your sister Agnes, you wouldn't be here either."
Hearing this, everyone looked at Grace in surprise and started asking, "Grace, is Agnes your sister?"
"Why haven't we heard about this before?"
"Are you two really sisters?"
Grace's smile stiffened. She never acknowledged Agnes as her sister in public and didn't want any association with her. Now that Justin had revealed it, she could only nod reluctantly, "Agnes is my cousin."
Hearing her admit it, the girl continued to ask, "So what's her family background? She has so many luxury cars picking her up. Is she a rich second generation?"
Grace cleared her throat and pretended to be serious, "Actually, she's quite pitiful. Her parents divorced long ago, and her father passed away many years ago."
This statement immediately negated the idea of Agnes being a rich second generation.
Everyone had the same thought but didn't dare to say it out loud, especially with Justin present.
Justin understood what they were thinking, his good mood dissipating, and he scolded the nosy classmates: "Are you guys bored? Why do you care about this stuff? Agnes's boyfriend is rich and loves her, so he came to pick her up himself. He only brought you along because you're doing charity work. Don't get ahead of yourselves and start overthinking things."
Justin was right. Leopold had sent the convoy to pick them up because they were doing charity work in Willow Creek during the winter and had covered all their expenses.
But he attributed all of this to Agnes.
After being scolded, everyone quieted down.
John, who had been silently scrolling through his phone on the sofa, became even more contemplative. He had seen Agnes get into Leopold's car, driven by Kevin.
The only person who could command Kevin in Lumina City was Leopold.
And since Leopold's car had arrived at the hotel five minutes earlier, it was clearly to avoid the group. If he was right, Leopold was here and with Agnes.
He had previously avoided delving into the details about Agnes, but a little thought made it clear.
Justin's mention of Agnes's boyfriend must be referring to Leopold, right?
If they were indeed a couple...
Agnes's whereabouts on the night she got drunk, her bold declaration of love for Leopold at school, and her public confession to Leopold in front of Ethan without any consequences—all made sense now.
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