NovelBookYvette 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, | just remembered there's something | 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 | want to help you, you bastard father. | just don't
want to see you die young. | want you to make more money forand 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.
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With no tto 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.
"I'd like to book a room."
"Certainly." The receptionist immediately assigned her a room. "You're on the sixth floor."
The hotel had eight floors. Yvette took the key card and decided to search on her own first.
"Thank you."
The hotel lobby was like any other, but with the late hour, there were two security guards patrolling near the
stairs.
When the security guards noticed her, one of them mentioned, "The eighth floor is booked. Please don't go up
there."
Another security guard nudged him and whispered, "Are you stupid? The elevator doesn't even go to the
eighth floor; why are you to the
that?" ,
her
The more straightforward guard scratched his head. "I'm just worried about someone sneaking up and getting us
in trouble."
Yvette overheard their conversation and thought something was going on on the eighth floor. To avoid suspicion,
she took the elevator to the sixth floor before she used the stairs to go up. en
When she reached the seventh floor, she saw a few people patrolling the stairwell. They were chatting.
"This is so annoying. Do we have to guard all night? Don't they sleep in there?"
"Didn't you hear the sound of someone showering? They probably took too much drug; one or two times won't
be enough to scratch the itch."
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"I heard this blind man used to be the CEO of a multinational company. What a treatment, huh? Women just
cto him."
"No matter how great the guy is, he still relies on drugs! Haha!"
Given the lack of visitors at this late hour, the men upstairs had started to speak lewdly and crudely.
Blind man, CEO of a multinational company, and drugs...
Yvette was now certain that Xavier
was indeed here. However, these men didn't seem like his
professional bodyguards. She had seen these bodyguards before they were always particularly reserved, and
they even struggled to make
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in Sangine County.
It was said that during their training, they had been forbidden from dating, and without Xavier's permission, they
mostly remained silent.
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