Chapter 662: Mystery Gued
Damien's men had sealed off the entire place; not even a fly could escape. Annabelle returned to her room, still worried about Joyce. She texted Elvis. Immediately afterward, the young man she'd hired said, "Hi, beauty."
Annabelle turned to see him sporting a cat ear and gyrating suggestively. His face was strikingly similar to Alpha's; it was as if she were seeing Alpha himself in this bizarre display. Alpha, however, would never behave in such a manner. He was a deeply noble businessman.
Annabelle was suddenly reminded of their first meeting years ago, during her student days. A school-wide sensation erupted; everyone rushed to the hall.
“Hurry up, hurry up, Alpha is here!” “Alpha was invited to give an academic speech! I finally get to meet this famous Imperial businessman!” “I heard he's outrageously handsome!” her classmates exclaimed.
Annabelle, reserved by nature, initially declined to join the throng. A friend, however, persuaded her, “Annabelle, let’s go; it’s Alpha!”
She was swept along. The crowd was immense. From the midst of it, she saw Alpha. He was in his prime, the wealthy Augustine heir, possessing his family's business acumen and amassing a global fortune. That day, he wore a sharp black suit and delivered a compelling speech.
The memory faded as quickly as it returned; Annabelle had no interest in the young man before her and left the room.
"Hey, beauty, where are you going?" he called after her.
Upon exiting, Annabelle found Damien and his men gone, allowing her to leave as well. As she walked down the hallway, a group of girls ran toward her, excitedly chattering.
“Let’s hurry; the boss is calling us! I heard a rich man's in the luxurious room, and he's ordered the most beautiful girl here.” “That’ll be me! Does my lipstick look good?”
They preened and adjusted their dresses, clearly vying for selection. Annabelle, unfazed, continued on. Such behavior was commonplace among wealthy men.
Just then, the manager appeared, ushering the girls to a luxurious room. She knocked and announced, "Sir, the most beautiful girls are here."
A low, mellow voice replied, “Come in.”
Annabelle paused, turning toward the room. The voice was instantly familiar; she couldn't be mistaken.
It was Alpha! When had he arrived? Could he be the one who'd requested the girls?
The manager opened the door, beckoning them inside. Annabelle remained outside, witnessing the scene within.
The girls stood in a line under the dim, yellow light. Alpha, lounging on a wine-red sofa, had removed his suit, revealing a dark gray shirt and black trousers. His posture exuded an air of effortless superiority and barely concealed desire. His assistant stood respectfully nearby; Reuben, wearing white gloves, poured red wine and presented it to Alpha.
Alpha accepted the goblet and took a sip. His dark eyes swept across the girls indifferently.
Annabelle's pupils constricted. It was truly him! Had he come to purchase sex workers? She knew little of his personal life beyond Joyce's revelation that his wife was Lily, and that she had recently borne him a son—the same day Annabelle lost her own daughter. They had been pregnant concurrently; Annabelle should have had a daughter, a younger sister for Elvis.
She gazed at his handsome face; time had only added depth and masculine charm. She never expected to encounter him here, and wondered if Lily knew about this.
The manager, beaming at Alpha, remarked, "Sir, the most beautiful girls in our club are here. Choose whichever you like." She paused, sensing a familiarity, though concluding she had no chance of knowing a man of Alpha's stature. A regret she'd likely feel later.
Alpha swirled the red wine, observing the liquid's movement within the glass. "What do you have to offer? Tell me."
The girls, awestruck by the presence of a man who exuded such power, eagerly boasted their attributes.
“I have big boobs!” “I have sexy legs!” “I have the most beautiful face!”
Annabelle watched from outside as they competed for his attention. Alpha, elegant and aloof, resembled an emperor selecting a concubine for the night.
Annabelle pursed her lips and turned away, leaving.