Jasper returned to the room and grabbed his clothes.
“Are you leaving?” Celine asked.
“Come with me, I’ll get you a room in the hotel I’m staying in,” Jasper spoke.
“Wharton already knows that you’re staying here, so there’s no saying what he’ll do. Just in case, it’s safer if you follow my suggestion,” Jasper stated.
Celine chuckled and said, “He wouldn’t dare do anything to me.”
“That’s a different story.” Jasper shook his head.
Celine got up and grabbed her purse, replying, “Alright. As you say, then.”
The two walked out of the room and immediately left Four Seasons Hotel.
The moment they left, Wharton also received notification in his room on the same floor.
“Leave, go ahead. I’d like to see how far you can run.” Wharton shed his facade in his room, and his expression turned wretched, horrifying, dark, and stormy.
He grabbed an expensive ashtray from the table and threw it harshly at the television. Panting harshly, the man let out an animalistic roar.
“No man will ever allow being cheated on, Celine! You b*tch! Just you wait!”
After venting it all out, Wharton pulled out his phone to make a call.
Wharton’s mood was regulated once the call connected.
“Charlie, I need all the information you have on the man Celine has been in intimate contact with. And have someone bring that b*tch Yvonne over to me. I have questions that need answers.”
…
Returning to DoubleTree by Hilton Hotel, Jack and the rest had yet to return from their celebration when Jasper booked a room for Celine.
Celine sat on the room’s sofa quietly and obediently as she watched Jasper walk toward the door.
“Get some rest. We’ve had a bit too much to drink today so I’m a little tired. We’ll talk more tomorrow.”
Jasper spoke as he stood at the door.
Celine looked at Jasper intently and said, “We’d be chatting in the bathtub now if not for Wharton, right?”
Jasper chuckled but did not reply. Instead, he wished her goodnight.
The door closed softly and Celine sighed. She settled her chin on her knees that were brought up to her chest, her gaze looking a little lost.
The following morning when Jasper woke up.
All traces of alcohol from last night had disappeared and Jasper’s mind could be any clearer.
It was at that moment he found out Celine had checked out of her room an hour ago.
“I went back to hand over my position. Don’t worry about me, coward.”
Jasper looked at the message and chuckled.
Celine was the same as ever and it seemed like nothing could change her unique, inimitable personality.
Keeping his phone, Jasper opened his door only to knock right into Henry.
“What the f*ck?! You vanished for a day and came back early in the morning to murder me?” Jasper stated distastefully.
Henry had a solemn expression on his face as he shoved a pamphlet in Jasper’s face.
“Take a look. What do you think of this airplane I chose?”
