CHAPTER 322
Since no media outlets had managed to uncover Selby’s address, Arianna had to rely on Rochelle for help. Rochelle had a knack for gaining access to private information, and her connection to Selby's social circle had been invaluable before.
When Arianna called, Rochelle answered quickly, her tone laced with concern. "I’ve already heard about the situation, Arianna. I’m out of the country right now, but I’ll take the earliest flight back if you need me."
Arianna’s chest warmed at her friend's unwavering support. “You don’t have to rush back, Chelle. I just need you to help me find his address. I can manage the rest from here.”
Within ten minutes, Rochelle texted Arianna the address.
Determined, Arianna returned to her desk, donned a pair of sunglasses and a mask, grabbed her bag, and left the building. After hailing a taxi, she gave the address to the driver and settled in the back seat.
The taxi came to a halt in front of an exclusive, high-security residential area, surrounded by a towering gate and advanced surveillance systems. This area was known for its privacy and luxurious homes, serving as a retreat for the affluent and well-known.
The entrance was tightly secured, with guards positioned at various points, numerous barriers set up, and cameras covering every angle. Gaining access was nearly impossible without an invitation or prior consent from one of the residents, as the area was off-limits to outsiders.
Arianna stepped out of the cab and took in the situation. She had to act quickly, knowing that any delay would risk losing valuable time.
Arianna tried calling Selby again, but the line remained disconnected.
Her gaze swept over the fortified entrance, taking in the tight security and the watchful eyes of the guards. Every second slipping away heightened her urgency—waiting simply wasn’t an option.
She inhaled deeply, steadying herself as she considered her next move. She needed a plausible reason to gain entry, one that would leave no room for doubt and persuade the guards to grant her access without hesitation.
After a moment of thought, her lips curled into a faint smile.
Straightening her posture, Arianna strode toward the guard station with confidence. She fixed her gaze on the head guard and spoke with calm authority,
“I’d like to visit the sales office.”
The security guard chuckled, his amusement evident.
Plenty of people had tried to gain access under the guise of visiting the sales office, but those who could afford homes in this exclusive community typically arrived in luxury cars and wore designer clothing.
Arianna, on the other hand, had stepped out of a taxi. Her modest attire didn’t scream wealth or influence, and he doubted she could afford even the smallest detail of one of the opulent villas.
He quickly dismissed her as another wannabe trying to bluff her way in.
Compared to the usual schemes—fake deliveries or posing as maintenance workers—her story was downright absurd.
“Alright, miss,” he said with a patronizing grin, waving her off.
“Go try your luck somewhere else.”
Ignoring his tone, Arianna calmly opened her bag, pulled out her wallet, and retrieved a sleek black card. Without a word, she held it up, letting the card catch the light as she displayed it to the guard.
The mocking smirk vanished from his face. His eyes widened as he recognized what she was holding.
Being around the wealthy and influential every day, he knew exactly what that card represented. It was no ordinary credit card—it was the highest-tier black card, reserved for an elite few. There was no mistaking its authenticity, and it was a rarity in even the most affluent circles.
The guard stiffened, his mind racing. How could he have missed who she was?
Now that he looked closer, he realized she was Arianna King—wasn’t she married to Xander King? The name carried enough weight to stop anyone in their tracks.
The guard’s demeanour shifted instantly, the arrogance in his expression replaced with nervous respect.
The change in the security guard’s attitude was immediate. His initial scepticism turned to full respect as he offered a polite bow.
"My apologies, Mrs. King. I misjudged the situation. Let me take you to the sales office right away."
Arianna, now fully embodying the persona of ‘Mrs. King,’ gave a dignified nod.
“Please, lead the way.”
As they walked, the security guard immediately contacted the manager, informing him of Arianna’s arrival. By the time they reached the sales office, the manager was already waiting at the door, eager to make a good impression.
After handing Arianna over to the manager, the security guard stepped aside with a respectful nod.
The manager greeted her with warmth.
“Mrs. King, it’s a pleasure to meet you. We’ve already prepared some refreshments for you.”
Arianna declined with a calm voice.
“I’d rather just have a look around the property if you don’t mind,” Arianna said, her tone measured and cool as she scanned the surroundings with a calculating eye. She wasn’t here for pleasantries—she had a purpose.
“Of course!” The manager’s enthusiasm increased, recognizing the importance of her visit.
"Please wait just a moment,” the manager said, his voice eager to accommodate her request. “I’ll arrange for a car to give you a full tour of the property.” He hurried off, clearly keen to ensure everything was perfect for such a distinguished guest.
Arianna responded with a polite smile.
“Thank you.”
However, when the manager returned with the car, she was nowhere to be found.
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