Chapter 572: Sul As Beautiful As Before
Anabelle disappeared. "Hey, what's going on? Where are the people?" Alpha asked, swiftly turning and leaving. He called, "Block the Hibiscus building immediately. Do not allow anyone to enter or leave…" Before he finished, he looked up and saw, through the bright glass wall, two people across the street. Derrick Domino, dressed in black and holding an umbrella, looked even more withdrawn than three years prior. Beside him was Anabelle!
Alpha slowly lowered his phone. His eyes locked on Anabelle, finding it difficult to look away. For over twenty years, she had captivated Imperial City with her talent and creativity. Twenty years later, her light and elegant aura remained; she was still as gentle and beautiful as before.
With a glass wall separating them, Alpha quietly stared at Anabelle across the road. Soon, she and Derrick Domino vanished. He had searched for her for over twenty years, only to lose sight of her again so quickly.
Just then, a tender voice called, "Grandfather, have you found Grandmother?"
Alpha snapped back to reality. Nathan stood by his leg. He nodded slightly. "Yes, I found her. What about you? Did you find who you were looking for?"
Nathan frowned. "No. He ran away. Very quickly." He raised his phone. "Grandma's in this mall. To prevent an accident, I told Grandfather so she can't escape."
A long, luxurious car pulled up outside. Damien emerged as the private secretary respectfully opened the rear door. His footsteps were fast and resonant. All entrances and exits were blocked, and the building's top management stood before Alpha and Nathan, hands clasped behind their backs. Alpha remained impassive. Damien approached, and Nathan shouted, "Grandfather…"
The executives, already tense, visibly weakened at Damien's arrival. Alpha and Damien were business legends, having faded from public view for years. Their simultaneous appearance was unexpected.
"Mr. Robert, welcome," an executive greeted.
Damien touched Nathan's head. "Nathan, where's your grandmother?"
"Grandfather, her ID signal was interrupted. I temporarily changed my ID and locked onto her location. She's in there," Nathan said, pointing to his phone.
Damien looked at the building manager. "What's in there?"
The manager wiped his brow. "President Robert, the Elegant Garden is a women's massage spa."
A women's massage spa? Damien, of noble birth and with an impeccably clean private life, rarely frequented such establishments. He didn't understand.
"Mr. Robert, let me explain," the manager began. "The Elegant Garden is Greenland's most famous spa. The male technicians are handsome. Wealthy women come for… entertainment and massages…"
Damien's cold stare cut him short. The manager faltered. What had he said wrong?
"Damien, find Joyce at the Elegant Garden. It's your first meeting. I think she'll surprise you," Alpha said.
Joyce and Anabelle were friends, but their personalities differed greatly. Anabelle was quiet and reserved; Joyce was flirtatious and playful. Damien wouldn't forget how she'd climbed into his bed that dark, windy night. He was surprised she'd gone to Greenland's most famous spa upon arrival. He sighed, bracing himself for their encounter.
Damien entered the Elegant Garden. The female technicians immediately focused on him. The boss enthusiastically approached. "Sir, massage? Our technicians are excellent. Choose anyone."
Damien glanced at them—heavily made-up and perfumed—finding them unbearable. He walked inside, searching for Joyce.
"Sir," the boss persisted, "Dissatisfied? Prefer a male technician? We cater to all preferences…"
His bodyguards intervened. The secretary said, "Please stop." The frightened boss stared at Damien's imposing figure. Who is this man? she wondered.
Damien searched the many rooms. "Ah, who are you, pervert!" a scream echoed as he opened a door. He closed it, his expression indifferent. He opened another. A young technician rushed over, eyes lighting up. "Sir, massage? Take off your clothes…"
Damien turned to leave. The technician grabbed his sleeve. "Sir, let me undress you…" She began removing his coat. Damien frowned; he'd always been reserved and respectful. "Joyce!" he muttered. He was about to push her away when the door opened, revealing a graceful woman. Her beautiful eyes widened, and she quickly covered them. "Oops! Wrong room. I didn't see anything. Continue…"