Chapter 188: Chapter 188



The White Group’s annual party was quite large. Even the mayor of White City attended it. After all, the White Group had helped the economic development of the city and had contributed a lot to it.

After her car stopped, Dolores saw a huge banner in front of the hotel entrance. There were a lot of cars parked in the parking lot, most of which belonged to White Group employees.

At that moment, Charles’ assistant, Tom, trotted over and opened the door. He pushed the wheelchair with the driver. “Mr. White, the mayor has arrived.”

Charles hummed indifferently. He looked back and Dolores approached. Tom was sensible enough to step aside and let Dolores push the wheelchair instead.

She grabbed the handle and pushed Charles into the hotel.

In the lobby, a crystal chandelier extended from high above, crystal clear, shining over the entire lobby.

The White Group’s top executives were chatting with the mayor. Seeing Charles arrive, they all consciously made way for him. Charles put on a socializing smile and shouted before he reached the mayor. “Sorry, I’m a little late.”

A waiter walked past him. Charles motioned for him to stop and took a glass of liquor from the tray. “Allow me three drinks as a sanction.”

After the first glass, he set the glass down and poured the liquor again. He gulped down the second. As he was gulping down the third, the mayor finally spoke, “Even if you have to take three drinks as a sanction, we can all understand.” He looked through Charles’ legs, full of implication.

Charles’ expression did not change at all. With a smile, he said, “We all know the story: the tortoise and the hare. But why did the tortoise win the race? I think I might be that hard-working tortoise. I’m late, so I must take the penalty.”

For updates, visit ɢαlᥒovᥱᥣs.coᥒ His words were full of innuendo: even though he couldn’t walk, he made it.

No matter who he was, as long as he worked hard and succeeded, he was the winner.

On the other hand, even a hare had been born with excellent conditions, if he took too much pride in his condition without working hard, what would he end up with?

After finishing his words, he gulped down the third glass without frowning.

The mayor wore a black Chinese robe. The wrinkles on his face were the signs of the ups and downs he had experienced in his life. He laughed out loud.

The unhappiness, because Charles was late, had vanished immediately.

He liked Charles’ wisdom.

Casually, he noticed Dolores standing behind Charles. She stood stunned and then looked at Charles, “Is this young lady your girlfriend?”.

Everyone knew that Charles had never been married, nor had he ever had any girlfriends before. If Charles wasn’t a cripple, the mayor would love to marry his daughter to him.

Honestly, except that Charles couldn’t walk, the mayor was very fond of him in terms of his looks and abilities.

Since Charles brought a date with him, the mayor unconsciously mistook Dolores for Charles’ girlfriend.

After all, today was the White Group’s annual party. Since Charles was able to bring the woman before all his employees, he must love this woman very much.

Besides, Charles could not walk alone. He was not physically asexual. He was a normal man and he also needed a woman.

Charles looked at Dolores again and said with a smile, “I…”

“We’re friends,” Dolores interrupted him before he could finish his words.

She didn’t want to tangle with him too much.

However, she didn’t want to embarrass Charles in front of the others either. She patted Charles on the shoulder and it seemed like they were close friends. “He told me he doesn’t have an appointment today, so he asked me to be his escort. I can’t do anything. As her close friend, I have to come here.”

The mayor laughed again. “I thought Mr. White, who has been single all along, had finally found his Miss Right. Turns out I misunderstood.”

Charles smiled socially at her, secretly shooting Dolores a glance.

Dolores pretended not to notice. Although she agreed to attend the annual party with him, she would not let him take control of the whole situation. She had to have the initiative in her hands.

After the mayor talked with Charles for a few more minutes, he asked his secretary to hand him a document.

He took it, and discovered that the land he had applied for last time had been approved. Charles wanted to set up a factory outside White City, located in another city managed directly by White City. That’s why he had applied for it.

The mayor hoped that Charles would be able to set up the factory on White City’s territory. In that case, it would not only boost the city’s economy, but also retain the foreign population. With factories, workers were naturally needed. A city’s economic growth was always driven by local businesses.

As mayor of the city, for the future of his city, he had a heavy burden on his shoulders.

He certainly wasn’t willing to let a talent slip away.

Outside the hotel.

Two black SUVs were pulling in. Boyce got out first. Seeing the five-zero license plate of a car parked by the pond, he peered into the hotel lobby. “The White Group has its clout in this town.”

Normally, the car with that license plate would belong to someone higher up, like a mayor.

Matthew’s black one was slightly wrinkled because it had been sitting in the vehicle for so long. He and Boyce went out to look for clues today, but no one had seen Dolores.

They got nothing after arriving in White City.

There were dark circles under Matthew’s eyes. Since they couldn’t find her, he was quite anxious. He was worried that Sampson had already moved her.

“Let’s take the stairs,” Boyce suggested. If they took the stairs, they didn’t need to enter the lobby, since the elevator was in the lobby.

They could climb out of the lobby by the stairs.

In the last few days, since they had no clue about Dolores, Matthew was not in a good mood. When Boyce was with him, he was quite careful.

He couldn’t help thinking about Armand, who was due to arrive. It had been a few days.

He wondered if Armand couldn’t find out where they were.

Boyce had sent him the location.

If Armand arrived, they could share Matthew’s pressure.

If time passed and they didn’t find Dolores’ clues, Boyce would be nervous, not to mention Matthew.

In the last few days, except when he was with the kids, Matthew always looked like an ice sculpture: hard and cold.

Boyce was always “scared” when he was with him.

If it were not for the fact that there is no better hotel in town, Matthew could not stay here any longer. The hotel was too noisy.

Boyce followed him up the stairs. “I’ve asked the hotel manager…. just for today. They’re having the White Group’s annual party, so they should hold it at their own hotel.”

Matthew took a few steps and stopped suddenly.

Boyce paid no attention to him. He almost collided with Matthew. He flinched in fear and took a step back. “What…what’s wrong with you?”

Boyce hoped Matthew didn’t scare him. He’d had a hard time being with Matthew.

Matthew gripped the railing, squeezing. “Could you…not be here any longer?”

He wasn’t sure, feeling that Dolores might not be here anymore. However, if she left this way, he felt he would be missing something.

Boyce could not answer this question easily.

They had few clues. They relied on the phone call and followed her here.

They had gotten nothing useful in the last few days. What could Boyce do?

He wished Dolores would call Samuel again so they would have new hope.

Buzz-

Suddenly Matthew’s phone began to vibrate in his pocket. He pulled it out and swiped it to answer. A clear, childlike voice came on. “Dad, when are you coming back?”

“Soon.”

“How soon is soon?”

Matthew was talking to his daughter as he walked. “When you blink, I’ll appear in front of you.”

The little girl blinked immediately, wondering why Daddy hadn’t appeared yet.

“Daddy…”

“Look here!”

A photographer picked up a camera and focused on the center of the hall. Since it was the White Group’s annual party, a lot of excellent managers and employees were being awarded. Charles had to have his picture taken with them.

Dolores was not willing to take the group photos with them, but Charles looked at her and said, “You have promised to attend the party with me, but you are not willing to stand by my side. Are you still my date for tonight?”

Dolores couldn’t find the right words to say back to him. She could only bite the bullets to stand by his side.

“Clack.”

Along with the count, the flash light reflected off the crystal pendant of the crystal chandelier shone in Matthew’s eyes, who unconsciously squinted. He continued talking to his daughter, “Count to three, and I’ll be there…”.

As he spoke, he casually cast a glance downward ….

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