One of the tall security guards approached Yvette and asked quite rudely, “Hello, miss. This is Regal Tower, and the Regal Hotel is not just any hotel. Are you lost or did you take a wrong turn?”


    Yvette’s expression was nd. She raised an eyebrow arrogantly and looked irritated.


    The guard said, “Miss, you…” However, he suddenly stopped talking, and he stood shocked, as if someone had gripped his throat. He couldn’t believe what he had seen. It was shocking.


    The guard instantly recognized the card in Yvette’s hand as the ck card issued exclusively to VIPs by Regal Tower. Globally, fewer than ten people held this card.


    The guard’s attitude immediately changed. He bowed deeply to Yvette and said tteringly, “All right, miss. Please follow me. We’ll get a presidential suite ready for you right away”


    Yvette nced up at the guards, giving them an impassive look. She didn’t even bother to say a word. Then she just walked right into the hotel.


    The two guards exchanged a nce and felt panicked.


    If a guest of this caliber lodged aint, it would be the end for them. Who would have guessed that a woman in simple sportswear stepping out of a cab would possess a ck card from the Regal Hotel?


    The man and woman who had earlier felt humiliated and wanted to confront the hotel were dumbfounded when they the ck card Yvette was holding, something they dreamed of having.


    In Room 203, Emmett was exhausted and pacing back and forth He asionally nced at the clock on the wall and wondered, Yvette said that her private jet would arrive at Mysonma at seven. How could I believe her? How could a college student have a private jet?


    In the room with Emmett were three men in camouge uniforms.


    They were Frankie Ellison, Chris Wilcox, and Bruce Mosley.


    They had been working with Jeremiah for over a decade, handling all sorts of things around the world, and very few people knew their true identities.


    Frankie, who was sitting on the sofa, suddenly stood up and asked, “So, are we just going to sit here and wait for Yvette? Even if she’s Mr. Chavez’s girlfriend, she’s just a college girl. What can she do?”


    Next to him, Chris frowned, his expression serious. He remained silent and looked at Emmett, clearly in agreement Frankie’s words.


    Bruce,


    with


    andnding on the balcony, put out his cigarette, turned around, and without a word, picked up the jacket from the sofa


    to head out.


    Emmett noticed the uneasy expressions of the three and looked anxious.


    He could understand why the guys were so worried. It had been five whole days without any news from Jeremiah. That rainforest in Mysonna was notorious for its danger. Every year, countless adventurers lost their lives there.


    “Bruce!” Emmett stopped Bruce.


    Bruce stopped and stared at Emmett with a meaningful look.


    He asked Emmett, “Are you really nning to wait for Mr. Chavez’s girlfriend to decide on everything? Have you lost your mind, Emmen? With each passing moment, Mr. Chavez is in more danger. If you want to wait for her, fine, but do it by


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    yourself.


    Frankie nodded firmly, and even Chris, who was usually the most obedient to Emmett, opposed Emmett for the first time and said, “Emmett, we really can’t wait any longer.”


    Emmett was quiet for a few seconds. Then he looked down at his watch and said, “There’s still five minutes. If Yvette isn’t here by exactly seven, we’re heading to the rainforest”


    Frankie scoffed.


    He couldn’t understand why Emmett insisted on waiting for Yvelle. Frankie just didn’t believe Yvette would be punctual enough to reach the hotel on time.


    The room was silent.


    The only sound was the ticking of the clock on the wall.


    Just one


    e more minute left.


    Emmett sighed in disappointment, realizing he had put too much trust in Yvette.


    Bruce had a mocking smile on his lips, thinking. You can’t believe a woman.


    Emmett couldn’t bear to wait any longer and rose to his feet. As he reached for the gun on the table, the doorbell chimed


    Emmett’s heart was filled with joy.


    Ignoring the others‘ reactions, Emmett walked briskly to the door.


    The other three exchanged nces and wondered, ‘Is she really here?”


    When Emmett opened the door, he saw Yvette.


    She stood at the door, d in a ck tracksuit, a cap, and carrying a ck backpack.


    Half of her face was illuminated by the corridor lights of the hotel.


    Yvette looked up to meet Emmett’s gaze.


    Her eyes were serious, exuding a distinct coolness, and she held an old–fashioned telephone in her graceful hand.


    Emmett stepped aside and said respectfully, “Ms. Zeller, pleasee in.”


    Yvette walked in expressionlessly, noticing the three unfamiliar men in the room. Her gaze remained calm.


    Yvette put down her backpack, sat on the sofa, took off her cap, and crossed her legs as if she were at home.


    The three men across from her were surprised by her arrogant demeanor and doubted if she didn’t see them at all.


    Yvette nced at the men and then at Emmett who followed her in.


    Her eyes, cold and icy, held a glint that was chilling. The delicate curve of her eyebrows imparted an unparalleled charm to her visage.


    She nodded slightly and said to the men, “Please take a seat.”


    Frankie didn’t realize when he suddenly sat downL


    Upon hearing Yvette’s words, he dutifully took a seat on the couch immediately. It was only once he was seated that he


    questioned why he was heeding the instructions of a woman he had just met.


    Bruce showed a mix of emotions


    He looked at Yvette’s stunning face with pursed lips.


    Bruce had guessed that Jeremiah’s girlfriend must be outstanding, but he hadn’t expected her to be so extraordinarily beautiful.


    Bruce pondered. The more beautiful a woman is, the more dangerous she might be.


    He felt a bit worried for Jeremiah, hoping he wouldn’t end up like him, deceived and hurt.


    Chris remainedposed.


    Once all three were seated, Emmett walked up, pouring Yvette a ss of water before sitting beside Chris.


    Yvette’s confident demeanor was evident in her posture.


    She faced the gazes around her with her usual calmness.


    Then she pulled out a piece of paper from her pocket andid it on the table.


    Frankie, most curious about what was written on the paper, immediately picked up the paper


    Bruce and Chris nced at the paper, too.Content is property of N?velDrama.Org.


    Frankie read, “Compasses, serum, lighters, raincoats, and ready–to–eat steak…”


    Clearly, these were items prepared for entering the rainforest.


    While the guys understood the need forpasses and other tools, why should they bring ready–to–eat steak?


    They were on a rescue mission, not a camping trip, so they thought Yvette was just a pampered youngdy.


    Yvette nced coldly at the three men, prompting Emmett to quickly introduce their names to her.


    He said, “Ms. Zeller, to my left is Frankie Ellison, next to him is Chris Wilcox, and then Bruce Mosley. They’ve all been working with Mr. Chavez for over ten years and came right away when they heard about the incident.”


    Yvette said lightly and briefly, “Yvette Zeller.”


    Bruce nodded and greeted Yvette, followed by Chris and Frankie.


    After the introduction, they didn’t waste time on small talk.


    Bruce took the lead and spoke directly to Yvette, saying, “Mr. Chavez has been missing for five days, along with some others, We’ve decided to go to the jungle tonight.”