Chapter 383 Death In The Hotel

• As they reached the intersection, the chauffeur slowly stopped the car at the red light. The man looked at the pedestrians walking on the road, many of whom were young men and women, lost in his thoughts.
• "Hey, Qinshe, yeah, I'm on my way back," a familiar voice came through the earpiece. Claude Nealey immediately shifted his gaze to the sidewalk, searching for that familiar figure, but to no avail.
• "I looked for it, but couldn't find it. I don't know where that person put my things," the woman said into her communicator, with an earpiece on her ear. "There are my mother's belongings in that wooden box, and I must retrieve them."