Chapter 601: Avery Run Away

Looking at the woman, Evan was scared. He immediately got his hands back and got out of the bed. Evan picked up the clothes and put them on. Then he looked back at the woman who was still asleep with a black leather jacket—some nudity on her arms.

The woman's makeup had messed up, which made her look like a colorful palette.

Evan turned to call the bodyguards and commanded, "Tie the woman up."

Soon, some bodyguards came in and tied the woman's hands.

One of the bodyguards glanced over the woman and was astonished. "Is she the woman who caught the terrorist and attracted all the men? Is Mr. Howel playing with her? Is it a game?" he said to himself.

The bodyguards were terrified. They were afraid that Mr. Howel was angry and quickly left.

Robert came in late, waiting for Evan's command. The woman had been drunk, still lying on the bed and snoring comfortably.

"Where is Mrs. Howel?"

"According to the surveillance video, Mrs. Howel had left the hotel in the early morning. We got the news that she had returned to the Presidential Palace."

"In the early morning?" Evan was thinking while staring at Robert with sharp eyes.

"Most of the energy had been consumed. How can Avery run away from here still?" Evan thought to himself.

Evan stepped out first. Then Robert followed hurriedly. He put one of his hands in his pocket, walking into an elevator, "Check out and require the hotel waiter to clean the room thoroughly, especially for that woman."

In the elevator, there were three mirrors. Evan's dull and unhappy face reflected in the mirror. He looked down and thought. He probably said to Robert or said to himself, "How did the woman get into the room?"

Robert lowered his head and answered, "When Mrs. Howel left, she didn't close the door. But we don't know why, Miss. Black got into the room."

Evan gave Robert a cold glance and said harshly, "How can you let a woman get into my room freely? What were you doing at that time?"

Robert still looked down because he drank a lot with the bodyguards, "I am sort, Mr. Howel. You should blame me."

Evan stared at the elevator door and said, "You don't have to follow me. Let a bodyguard come here with me. You need to check who tried to poison Mrs. Howel in her wine."

As the elevator door opened, Evan strode off, "Have prepared the car?"

Robert nodded.

Robert knew he couldn't be with Mr. Howel in B City. Otherwise, someone would doubt whether Mr. Lautner was Evan or not. But the bodyguards would be fine. They frequently changed, so few people could recognize them.

The car had stopped in front of the hotel door. The bodyguard had opened the door for Evan. Then he bent over to get into the car, but a waiter in the hotel followed. "Mr. Lautner," the waiter shouted.

When the waiter stood before Evan, her face turned red because she saw Miss. Black, whose hands had been tied up when she came to clean the room. The waiter couldn't even imagine how excited they were last night.

It was embarrassing for the waiter.

Evan turned back. His eyes were so clean that no one didn't love it.

The waiter was a little stunned. She couldn't help showing how excited she was.

Robert coughed for reminding her. Then the waiter regained her consciousness and said to Evan, "Mr. Lautner, I found this when I cleaned the room."

The waiter handed the paper, which had been folded into a square to Evan.

Robert got the paper from the waiter and checked it for ensuring it was safe. And then, he gave it to Evan.

Evan glanced over it and put it into his chest pocket. Then he got into the car.

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Presidential Suite

As the curtain opened, Mr. Black opened his eyes. Seeing a few people in the room, he shuddered and struggled to untie his feet and hands, but he found he had been tied up on the bed.

"Where is it? What do you want? Let me go."

"Miss. Black, we also want to let you go, but only Mr. Lautner has the key. We had called a locksmith to unlock it. Please hold on. I am so sorry."

"Mr. Lautner?" Mr. Black thought. His eyelids were darkened with eyeliner, and his wig messed up, just looked like a chicken nest. He had a headache now and narrowed his eyes, asking, "Where is Miss. Peters?"

"Miss. Peters has left in the early morning."

"In the early morning? What time was it?" Mr. Black asked. He still remembered that he sent a message to Avery at 6 a.m. and asked her where she was. Avery then told him the room number and added mischievously, "I am waiting for you on the bed."

"So, is there something with Mr. Lautner? Oh! I got it. Mr. Lautner always loves Avery. He broke our date," Mr. Black thought to himself.

"Miss. Peters left before 6 a.m."

Mr. Black was surprised and thought to himself, "Did she deliberately made fun of me? If I can catch it, I will whip her little butt."

Then Mr. Black made faces at the female waiters and told them, "You are not allowed to tell others what happened to me today. Otherwise…"

The waiters nodded. They kept controlling themselves so as not to laugh because, in their eyes, Mr. Black was a cute and sexy girl.

Mr. Black ignored the waiters and stared at the ceiling, thinking, "There is a diplomatic feast in the Presidential Palace. It seems that I should make a plan to take revenge on Avery in the Presidential Palace."

The Presidential Palace

In the meantime, Avery sneezed while she was talking with Meyer on the phone.

Meyer was worried and then asked, "Has a cold?"

Avery shook her head, "It's probably a nasal allergy. What are you talking about just now?"

Avery felt nervous all of a sudden because she seemed to hear that there was something wrong with the treatment plan for the little princess.

"I just said that we need a kind of raw material that can inhibit the virus, but it can only be extracted from a rare plant. Human beings found it in the Ango Desert in 1859. Since then, we found no trace of the plant. It is challenging to find it," Meyer said.

He sat on the office chair, and a woman was sitting opposite him, but he didn't avoid her.

Avery became sad. She still held the phone while she was playing with the little princess with a toy. The little princess raised her fat hands, waving happily.

"What kind of plant is it? I can ask someone to look for it."

"I will send the picture and some documents to you."

Avery nodded. She would never give up if only it were possible.

Meyer kept playing with the mirror on the table. In the mirror, he saw a woman looking back at him. The woman wore a black V-neck thin fleece jacket and a brown coat. She had long curly hair and delicate red lips. It looked perfect.

Meyer kept touching the woman's face in the mirror. He enjoyed it.

Then he smiled gently and asked Avery in a low voice, "Do you know Evan Howel is in the B Country?"

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