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Chapter 3 - Chapter 3: They Live Like Strangers

Although the person she was going to meet was her fiancé, Rebecca Quentin felt extremely nervous on the way to the hotel because they had never met before, and various questions kept popping up in her mind. Ultimately, what kind of person was her fiancé? What was his personality like? Her father said he was successful and talented; was he really that outstanding? And why did he want to marry her?

"Miss, we've arrived at the hotel."

The driver's voice interrupted Rebecca Quentin's thoughts.

"Alright."

Rebecca got out of the car and looked up at the brightly lit luxury hotel before her.

This was a five-star hotel catering to business, travel, and conferences. People who chose to stay in such a hotel must be very busy, right?

"Miss, let me help you take your bag upstairs."

"Uh, no need. I can take it myself. You can head back now!"

Rebecca awkwardly took the travel bag from the driver, an unnatural blush spreading across her face.

Yes, the bag didn't just contain a few changes of clothes; it also held the sexy outfits and intimate items Isabella Joanna had bought for her yesterday.

Speaking of these suggestive items, Rebecca couldn't help but want to give her friend a piece of her mind...

It turned out these items were from internationally renowned intimate brands, and she had unwittingly attracted attention yesterday carrying such a high-profile shopping bag! No wonder she'd felt the taxi driver's inexplicable gaze on her on the way home yesterday. And no wonder Aunt Clare had been so eager to report to her father when she saw what Rebecca had bought.

The driver hesitated. "But..."

"No 'buts.' This hotel is so upscale; what could possibly happen to me?"

Considering the hotel's security system was renowned in T City, the driver didn't insist further. "Alright, Miss. Please take care of yourself."

"Mm-hm."

Entering the hotel, an attendant promptly approached and took the simple travel bag from Rebecca.

Rebecca was about to state the room number her father had given her when the attendant spoke first, "Miss Quentin, please follow me."

"Oh... alright."

Rebecca was somewhat surprised that the attendant knew her identity, though it was also understandable; her father always made a habit of arranging everything for her.

Following the attendant into the elevator, Rebecca's heart began to pound with anxiety as it ascended floor by floor.

She was about to meet her fiancé—the man who would likely spend the rest of her life with her. What on earth did he look like?

DING—

The elevator doors opened, and the attendant led Rebecca to the room at the far end of the corridor.

Respecting her privacy, the attendant only led Rebecca to the door, opened it, and then departed.

Thinking of the person she was about to meet, Rebecca felt as if her heart would pound out of her chest from nervousness. She had never felt so uneasy.

After taking several deep breaths, Rebecca finally stepped into the room.

However, the fiancé she had expected to see at first glance was nowhere to be found. What greeted her was an empty, top-tier business suite.

Rebecca glanced around. The quiet, spacious suite confirmed once again that there was no one inside.

Rebecca wasn't surprised. Her father had said her fiancé was returning to the country tonight; perhaps he hadn't deplaned yet.

Setting her luggage down, Rebecca breathed a small sigh of relief.

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