Chapter 618
Chapter 618
"I'm just providing a lead, and I told them that it was just a suspicion." Carlisle argued.
Francis asked, "Hank, you've eaten at that restaurant before, haven't you? Was that short man a worker there?"
Hank shook his head and said, "When I visited the place last year, they didn't have any workers yet."
30 minutes later, the cab stopped at the side of the road outside the Hirton Hotel.
Carlisle and the others immediately spotted a beautiful woman in a black woolen coat walking toward them. She wore khaki pants and had a white velvet scarf wrapped around her neck. She looked elegant and quiet and was obviously part of the professional elite.
"Hello, are you Mr. Zahn?" the woman asked, smiling.
Carlisle nodded. "Yes."
"Mr. Duvall is busy and has been delayed, so I came to greet you. Mr. Duvall is on his way here, and I'm sure he'll arrive very soon." Jasmine Vance finished explaining why Tyler hadn't come to greet them himself.
Then she inclined her head at Francis and Hank, nodding at them in greeting.
"It's still early. Let's wait outside for Mr. Duvall." Carlisle said politely, smiling.
"It's too cold outside. You'd better come to the private room with me, Mr. Zahn. It's warm there, and if you catch a cold, I would never be able to forgive myself." Jasmine said lightly.
"Alright." Carlisle and the others followed her into the hotel.
When they stepped into the main hall, Hank suddenly stopped.
He was staring intently at a man and a woman who had just walked out of an elevator.
The man was 22 years old. He wore an expensive suit and tie and had a buzz cut. He had glasses on and was smiling gently. He looked very gentle.
The woman was around his age. She wore a white mink coat, jeans, and long boots. A long sheet of straight, black hair cascaded to her waist, and she was also smiling. She was very pretty.
The woman seemed to notice someone staring at her. She looked up, and her smile dropped
at once.
Carlisle looked at Hank, then at the woman opposite them. He wondered if the woman was Hank's girlfriend.
Francis had guessed the same thing. However, he wasn't planning to tease Hank about it at all.
Had Carlisle been right?
"Hank... W-what are you doing here?" Amaris asked, looking doubtfully at Hank.
Hank was always saving money for the 50 thousand wedding gift money that Amaris' mother had asked for. He led a very frugal lifestyle and saved wherever he could.
The Hirton Hotel was a five-star hotel, and it was not the kind of place a worker like Hank could afford.
Hank squeezed out a stiff smile. "Amaris? Who is he?"
He still had one last shred of hope.
Amaris and the man might just be ordinary friends. Perhaps they had just come to eat here.
After all, the two of them weren't being very affectionate with each other, so it did not seem impossible.
Amaris sighed slightly. "Since you've seen us, I'll tell you the truth. He's my boyfriend, Kyle Carrington. We've known each other for three months."
"Three months?" Hank was still smiling, but tears were running out of the corners of his eyes.
"We've been together for three years, but it couldn't compare to three months with him?" It had been three years!
Amaris and Hank had met in high school.
She had promised that she would marry him once she graduated from university.
Amaris' mother had said that she would agree to the marriage if Hank could give a wedding gift worth 50 thousand.
For the past few years, Hank had been working hard. He gave half of the money he earned every month to Amaris to support her living costs while he used the other half for himself.
He lived frugally and saved as much as he could. He smoked cheap cigarettes that cost two dollars, drank cheap Chardonnay, and only ate one meal a day. He was so thin that he was practically a bag of bones.
Amaris, on the other hand, was using the money he had given her to rent hotel rooms with another man!
There was a conflicted look in Amaris' eyes. "Hank, you're a good man, but we're not suited to each other. I'll return all the money you've given me over the years."