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One of the tall security guards approached Yvette with a rude, dismissive tone. “Excuse me, miss,” he said, blocking her path. “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 unbothered. She raised an eyebrow, her cool demeanor bordering on arrogance, and her eyes flickered with irritation. The guard, not expecting such a reaction, was about to continue speaking when he suddenly froze mid-sentence, his words catching in his throat. His face shifted to one of shock, as if he had just been struck by a sudden realization.
In his hand, Yvette held a black card—the kind that only VIPs of Regal Tower were issued. Globally, fewer than ten people had access to this card. It was a symbol of unparalleled status and influence, and the guard knew instantly what it meant.
His attitude changed in an instant. He straightened up, his previous rudeness replaced by obsequious respect. Bowing deeply, he said in a much more polite tone, “I’m terribly sorry for the misunderstanding, miss. Please, follow me. We’ll have a presidential suite ready for you right away.”
Yvette didn’t bother to respond. She simply gave the guards a cold glance, not even offering a word as she walked past them and into the hotel.
The guards exchanged nervous glances, panic settling in. If someone of Yvette’s caliber lodged a complaint, it could cost them their jobs. They could hardly believe their eyes—how could a woman in simple sportswear, stepping out of a taxi, possess such a rare and valuable item?
Nearby, the man and woman who had previously been ready to confront the hotel about Yvette’s appearance were now dumbfounded. The black card she held in her hand was something they could only dream of possessing.
In Room 203, Emmett stood pacing, anxiety visible on his face. His gaze flicked frequently to the clock on the wall. Yvette said her private jet would land at seven. How could I possibly believe her? How could a college student even have a private jet?
In the room with Emmett were three men in camouflage uniforms—Frankie Ellison, Chris Wilcox, and Bruce Mosley. These men had been working with Jeremiah for over a decade, handling all sorts of covert operations worldwide. They were some of the most trusted members of the team, and their true identities were known to very few.
Frankie, sitting on the sofa, suddenly stood up, his impatience palpable. “So, are we really just going to sit here and wait for Yvette? Even if she’s Mr. Chavez’s girlfriend, she’s just a college girl. What’s she really going to do?”
Chris, his expression serious, frowned and silently glanced at Emmett. It was clear he agreed with Frankie’s concerns.
Bruce, who had been standing near the balcony, snuffed out his cigarette, turned around, and without a word, grabbed his jacket and headed toward the door.
Emmett noticed the tension in the room and the uneasy expressions on the men’s faces. He could understand their anxiety—five days had passed without any word from Jeremiah. The rainforest in Mysonna was infamous for being dangerous, and every year, adventurers would disappear without a trace.
“Bruce!” Emmett called out, stopping him before he could leave.
Bruce paused and turned to Emmett, his gaze heavy with meaning. “Are you really planning on waiting for Mr. Chavez’s girlfriend to make all the decisions? Have you lost your mind, Emmett? With each passing minute, Mr. Chavez is in more danger. If you want to wait for her, fine, but don’t drag us down with you.”
Frankie nodded, his expression hardening. Even Chris, usually the most obedient of the group, finally spoke up. “Emmett, we really can’t afford to wait any longer.”
Emmett fell silent, his gaze dropping to the watch on his wrist. After a few seconds, he looked up and spoke, his voice firm. “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 was putting so much faith in Yvette. He didn’t believe for a second that she would show up on time.
The room fell into silence. The ticking of the clock on the wall was the only sound that filled the space, each tick growing louder as the time drew closer.
It was now 6:59 PM. Emmett, unable to hide his disappointment, sighed. I guess I put too much trust in her, he thought.
Bruce, wearing a mocking smile, muttered under his breath, “You can’t trust a woman.”
Emmett stood, about to reach for the gun on the table when the doorbell rang.
His heart skipped a beat.
Ignoring the others, Emmett quickly walked to the door, his anticipation growing.
The three men exchanged glances, their curiosity piqued. Could it really be her?
When Emmett opened the door, there she was. Yvette stood in the doorway, wearing a black tracksuit and a cap, a black backpack slung over her shoulder. The dim corridor lights illuminated half of her face, giving her a mysterious and ethereal aura.
She met Emmett’s gaze directly, her eyes serious, cold, and exuding an unmistakable aura of control. In her hand, she held an old-fashioned telephone, which she had taken from the lobby.
Emmett stepped aside, his voice respectful. “Ms. Zeller, please come in.”
Yvette walked in without a word, her expression unreadable. She glanced around the room, noting the three unfamiliar men, but her gaze remained calm and composed.
Without hesitation, she set down her backpack, sat on the sofa, removed her cap, and crossed her legs as if she were at home, completely at ease. Her presence was commanding, and the men were taken aback by her confident demeanor. It seemed as though she hadn’t even noticed their stunned expressions.
Yvette looked around at the men briefly before turning to Emmett, who had followed her inside. Her eyes were cold, a sharp glint in them. Her graceful but assertive demeanor added an undeniable charm to her presence.
She gave a slight nod and spoke, her voice low and smooth. “Please, take a seat.”
Without even thinking, Frankie found himself sitting down on the couch immediately. As he did, he realized just how strange it was that he had complied with a woman he had just met.
Bruce stood still, his eyes studying Yvette. He had heard stories about Jeremiah’s girlfriend, but he had never expected her to be so stunningly beautiful. The more beautiful she is, the more dangerous she could be, he thought, a bit concerned for Jeremiah.
Chris, always calm and composed, remained silent.
Once everyone was seated, Emmett quickly poured Yvette a glass of water before sitting beside Chris.
Yvette’s confidence was apparent in the way she sat, her posture exuding authority. She faced the others’ gazes with calm indifference.
She then pulled out a piece of paper from her pocket and placed it on the table in front of her.
Frankie, curious, picked it up immediately. Bruce and Chris glanced at it as well.
Frankie read aloud, “Compasses, serum, lighters, raincoats, and ready-to-eat steak…”
The list clearly referred to items needed for entering the rainforest. The men could understand the need for practical items like compasses and raincoats, but ready-to-eat steak?
They were here on a rescue mission, not a camping trip. To them, Yvette’s request seemed unnecessary and indicative of her pampered lifestyle.
Yvette glanced at them coldly, her gaze sharp enough to send a chill down their spines.
Emmett, sensing the tension, quickly introduced the men to her. “Ms. Zeller, to my left is Frankie Ellison, next to him is Chris Wilcox, and then Bruce Mosley. They’ve all worked closely with Mr. Chavez for over ten years and came here as soon as they heard about the situation.”
Yvette gave a brief acknowledgment. “Yvette Zeller.”
Bruce nodded, greeting her with a respectful gesture, followed by Chris and Frankie.
After the introductions, the atmosphere grew serious.
Bruce was the first to speak. “Mr. Chavez has been missing for five days. We’ve decided to head into the jungle tonight.”
