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Chapter 391: Good Night, Hubby

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Samantha leaned her face close to Timothy’s.

The distance between them narrowed all of a sudden and they were so close that their breaths were interwoven.

Samantha curled her lips in a sweet smile and deliberately kept him in suspense. “If you promise to go on a date with me, I’ll answer you on the day of our date.”

Having a little back-and-forth was always good when it came to little games between men and women.

She had to toss some bait to get him hooked.

Timothy’s lips curled up too.

He could very well see what Samantha had in mind, and in the past, he would have felt that it was childish and boring.

He was frequently able to see through what went on inside a person’s mind with only a simple glance and felt that it was rather boring.

However, Samantha was a little different.

He knew that she felt the same for him as he did for her, that is, the desire for the other party to be forever gone from their lives.

Her actions, however, were often very unexpected.

He was never one to be misled by such acts and enjoyed a challenge.

In any case, killing Samantha would be as easy as killing an ant, so he felt that there was no harm seeing what kind of tricks she could pull on him.

Timothy’s lips parted open and he spoke in a low, mellifluous voice, “Okay, let’s go on a date then.”

His voice was very seductive when heard up close and Samantha’s heart unconsciously skipped a beat as the tip of her nose turned slightly red.

Timothy seemed to have noticed it and looked at her with a half-smile.

Samantha touched her nose in embarrassment and immediately sat back down as she chastised herself in her heart.

Her beauty failed to work its magic on him, but she was almost captivated by his handsomeness. What a huge blunder that could have been.

His handsome face was all to blame!

It was human nature to be attracted to beautiful things… and she was human too!

After clearing her throat slightly, Samantha reverted to indifference and said, “It’s a deal then. I’ll send you the time and place. I’ll be going up now.”

After that, Samantha opened the door and got out of the car.

When she was about to close the door, she bent down slightly and leaned her little face in so she could say sweetly to Timothy, “Good night, Hubby.”

After saying that, Samantha seemed to feel rather shy as she closed the door decisively and rushed quickly into the apartment.

Timothy turned around and looked through the car window to watch Samantha’s slender figure disappear from view. His handsome face remained expressionless as he said, “Drive.”

Ronald acknowledged the order and started driving away.

Timothy was unsure if it was the alcohol that he drank that evening or the car heating was turned on a little too high, but he felt somewhat hot and yanked off his tie before unbuttoning two of his shirt buttons.

None of his actions managed to cool himself in any way, so he ordered again in a slightly hoarse voice, “Turn off the heater.”

Ronald was speechless.

He wondered if he had heard wrongly because the weather outside was very cold, and the car interior would become just as cold once the heating was turned off.

Seeing that Ronald did not do anything yet, Timothy frowned and his voice became cold as he uttered, “Hmm?”

Ronald trembled in fright and turned off the heating at once.

His big boss’s anger was more terrifying than the cold wind, and he would rather be cold than bear the brunt of that anger.

Ronald wondered why Timothy felt so hot for no good reason when he felt that the temperature was just right...

He did not understand what was going on.

His big boss’s heart was something he could never comprehend.

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Once the car disappeared into the night, Samantha walked back out of the apartment building.

She had gone upstairs and changed quickly into some warm and comfortable sportswear. Then, she walked to her car, got in, and started the engine before driving away.

Since it was already very late and the road was quite empty, she arrived at the hotel rather quickly.

She looked for the manager after entering the hotel and said that she needed to check the surveillance footage because she had lost her necklace.

Samantha was in the limelight earlier that night, and whoever that questioned the stableness of her position as Mrs. Barker had seen for themselves that she held that status very stably!

The manager did not dare to offend Samantha of course, and since the necklace she was wearing that night was priceless, his head would be the first to roll if it was lost!

Without saying another word, the manager respectfully led Samantha into the surveillance room and even served her some tea and cakes.

He even offered to help, but she immediately waved her hand and said, “Thank you, I can do it myself. You can help me with guarding the door. I don’t want to be disturbed.”

The manager nodded repeatedly. “Yes, Mrs. Barker.”

After he went out, Samantha immediately sat in front of the monitoring screen and adjusted the time of the footage from the venue.

It was about two and a half hours into the party.

The man in the black trench coat appeared inside a few frames, but none of the many cameras within the venue managed to capture his face.

All that the cameras managed to capture was his neck.

She could not glean any useful information when his entire body was wrapped so tightly!

Samantha frowned.

She observed carefully again and was immediately struck by a surprising discovery.

When the lights went out and the man broke free from her hand, she thought he would take the opportunity to leave the venue. However, once the lights came back on, his figure was not seen exiting the main entrance.

Besides, the time of the blackout was only ten seconds, and walking from the venue to the main entrance took at least a minute. It was therefore illogical for him to leave during the blackout.

In that case, did he continue mingling in the venue instead of leaving it when he broke free of her?

Did he expect her to check the surveillance footage after the event for fear of being tracked down by her? Or perhaps he thought that the most dangerous place was the safest and that by hiding in plain sight, before leaving with everyone after the end of the banquet, would be the best solution?

If it was the latter, then his quick-wits had come back to bite him.

Timothy brought her to socialize with almost all the guests that evening. She had a good memory and could probably rule out which one of those guests appeared out of nowhere.

Samantha continued to look at the footage and checked every guest.

In the end, the person that had been filtered out...was actually...Theodore, her master.

Samantha could not help but rub her eyebrows.

She and Theodore had been in the underground world for more than half a year, and in her eyes, he was both a master and a father figure to her.

He had been very kind to her too, saving her life countless times and helping her through so many difficulties.

If Rochelle was at the top of the list of people who would not betray her, then Theodore would be a close second.

She never believed that he would do anything to hurt her.

Furthermore, there was no reason for him to do those things. He did not know Timothy, and he ought to have no relation with the Barkers.

On second thought, she wondered if she had ever truly known him.

Could time have changed him?

Samantha felt a tingling pain on both sides of her temples.

Being betrayed by someone whom one was close with and trusted the most was more painful than anything. She did not want to experience it again.

However, she could not just form conclusions based on that. After all, it was just pure speculation in the absence of any evidence.

Samantha became increasingly restless with each passing thought and was unable to calm herself down in that short time frame.. All of a sudden, her phone started ringing.