In front of a heavy iron door.
Jordan Vance’s two bodyguards were stopped.
"No unauthorized personnel allowed inside!"
Jordan Vance looked at Dr. Archer, who imdiately smiled and bowed, "We’re not unauthorized, could you make an exception?"
"We’re all together."
The two n in black standing at the door remained unmoved, their outstretched arms indicating their stance.
Dr. Archer looked awkwardly at Jordan Vance.
"How about letting them wait outside?"
Jordan Vance: "No."
For her own safety, Jordan would never allow her two bodyguards to leave her side.
This was also her courage to co here tonight.
Seeing Jordan Vance’s firm attitude, Dr. Archer rubbed his hands anxiously.
"Young Madam, given the ti, can’t there be so flexibility?"
"They can stand guard at the door, and I’ll be inside with you."
"Once inside, you’ll get the answers you’re seeking..."
Jordan Vance: "I said, no."
"You figure it out, I must have my bodyguards with ."
Dr. Archer suddenly felt overwheld, what could he do?
Just getting here had cost him at least a hundred thousand yuan!
It felt like a piece of flesh had been cut from his chest, could he negotiate terms with the people inside?
Dr. Archer was at a loss, seeing him like this, Jordan Vance stepped forward and knocked on the door herself.
"Hello, may I take my bodyguards inside?"
She asked directly, shocking the two guards at the door, their faces suddenly changed color.
They looked at Jordan Vance with disbelief, as if she had a death wish.
Jordan was not intimidated by them.
Even though she felt a bit anxious, how would she know if she didn’t try?
If it truly was impossible, she would leave and think of another plan from outside.
But since she had co this far, it indicated the other side had left her ti.
If she just left, wouldn’t it also waste his ti?
Jordan calmly continued, "I assure you, my bodyguards will act as two silent sentinels, absolutely silent about anything they see or hear."
The entrance was silent.
Not only the two bodyguards at the door, Dr. Archer and the bodyguards Jordan brought also broke into a sweat.
Because seeing the setup, they all understood that the owner of Umbra was no re underground casino boss.
This person was not soone to easily provoke...
The door was suddenly pulled open from inside.
In the swirling smoke, a long-haired woman wearing a catsuit and Catwoman mask appeared.
She gave Jordan Vance a aningful look, "Co in."
Dr. Archer, sowhat dazed, followed Jordan Vance, bringing the two bodyguards into the room.
Just like that?
Indeed, only those unafraid of death could break the rules.
In the room, the only one present was the Catwoman.
The smoke was from an air purifier spraying out a large amount of smoke.
Jordan Vance looked at Dr. Archer.
Dr. Archer sniffed quickly and shook his head at Jordan.
Jordan still didn’t remove her mask, she looked at the black leather chair with its back to them.
"Hello, I heard you wanted to see ?"
"If you can provide the clues I seek, I can pay."
The other person lit a cigar with a ’snap’ sound.
Slowly turning the chair, it was only then that Jordan saw he also wore a mask.
A black mask covering only his brow and eyes.
Was he also afraid to show his true face?
It seed his identity couldn’t be exposed to light.
Jordan didn’t keep her gaze fixed on him, but silently retreated a bit to stay away from the cigar smoke.
The other person, seeing her action, let out a faint laugh.
Catwoman seed to witness sothing incredible, a look of surprise flashed across her face.
She examined Jordan a few more tis.
Seemingly curious about what was so special about this woman who also hid her face.
At that mont, Umbra’s owner exhaled a thick smoke, staring at Jordan and said, "Young Madam Grant."
"The fake heiress of The Sinclair Family."
"Or, the genius painter, W?"
Jordan looked at him in surprise.
He actually knew her identity as W!
Dr. Archer was even more stunned hearing this insider info.
What!!?
The Young Madam was the genius painter W?
Wasn’t W supposed to be a hulking man in his thirties?
The woman before him, the Young Madam, was W!!?
The rumors were all wrong.
Who would have thought that the real W was a young and beautiful lady?
Only now did Dr. Archer finally understand why she pursued him to investigate that painting by Jordan Vance!
Piecing together recent events, he faintly realized the truth.
So that’s it!
It turned out to be like this!
Not only was Dr. Archer surprised, even Vivian Sinclair was taken aback that this person knew her identity.
There are only a few people in the world who know about her identity as W, apart from the Crestfall Villa, it’s just her ntors and those few patriarchs.
Who on earth could this person be?
Seeing her remain silent, the Umbra boss extinguished his cigar in the ashtray.
"You want to help you find soone?"
"No problem, I don’t want money, just one of your paintings."
"That’s not too much to ask, right?"
Vivian Sinclair: "One of my paintings is worth over a million."
"In exchange for two lives — most definitely worth it."
"Then we’ll have a pleasant cooperation."
Vivian Sinclair agreed to it imdiately, without a mont’s hesitation.
The other party was sowhat taken aback by how she took an inch and a mile.
"Young Madam Grant, I never said it would be for two lives."
"Perhaps what you’ll find will only be half a corpse?"
Vivian Sinclair looked at him: "Sir, jokes like that aren’t funny."
"If you can only achieve a quarter with my painting, then it’s your lack of ability, yet you’re here toying with ."
"But I suppose this must just be a misunderstanding, right?"
Vivian Sinclair’s gaze remained unyielding, not retreating in the slightest because of the danger posed by this person.
The Umbra boss laughed.
This ti, out loud: "Young Madam Grant, you have so nerve."
"It seems your husband is blind to not cherish such an outstanding wife."
Vivian Sinclair said nothing, her suspicion of his identity deepening.
He knew even about her relationship with Austin Grant, was he really just the boss of a bar and underground casino?
This person was truly unfathomable, and vigilance crept into Vivian Sinclair’s eyes.
He slowly walked over and reached out to her: "My na is Ethan, and I look forward to our pleasant cooperation, Miss W."
Just then, there was another knock on the door.
"Boss, it’s President Sinclair of The Sinclair Group, he wants to see you."
"President Sinclair says he saw his sister heading your way."
Before Ethan could say anything, Vivian Sinclair raised her hand to grasp his: "Mr. Ethan, I don’t want to see him."
"Also, I hope you can help expedite our transaction."
Ethan felt the warmth from that soft, boneless hand, the intent in his eyes slowly deepening.
However, before he could hold on tighter, Vivian Sinclair had already withdrawn her hand and left.
Ethan felt a faint trace of unfinished desire in his heart.
He lowered his gaze, fixed on Vivian Sinclair: "No hurry, tonight, your wish will be granted."
Catwoman led Vivian Sinclair, Dr. Archer, and two bodyguards through a secret door out of the room.
Exiting through this hidden door led to a pitch-black corridor, winding and twisting until they reached a staircase.
Going up the stairs and opening the door led to the back alley of the bar.
They avoided the casino and bar, coming directly out from the inside.
It seed this secret door was Ethan’s usual exclusive passage.
Vivian Sinclair turned to look at Catwoman: "Thank you. Are we waiting for news here?"
Catwoman flicked her wavy hair back with seductive charm and replied, hugging herself: "Yes, soone will co to make contact with you, just wait."
With that, Catwoman turned and left.
anwhile, downstairs, after Elias entered the room, he saw only the Umbra boss inside, with no sign of Vivian Sinclair.
Elias’s expression changed instantly, but he didn’t panic, instead, he nodded politely at Ethan: "Mr. Ethan, might I inquire where my sister is?"
"She’s impulsive, coming to a place like this and causing trouble, I hope she hasn’t done anything outrageous."
"If there’s any offense, consider it all on , Elias Sinclair."
Ethan leaned back on the table, slowly putting on a pair of leather gloves in front of Elias.
"President Sinclair, perhaps you’ve misunderstood sothing?"
"Miss Sinclair hasn’t been here, as you can see, there’s no one else in this room."
"Feel free to look around if you don’t believe ?"
Look around? Searching the room in front of this man, Elias naturally wouldn’t do sothing that foolish.
He looked at the person before him.
This person’s identity was a mystery, and half of Ardis’s underground casinos were his.
Yet no one knew his true identity or had even seen his real face.
So he either deliberately hid the matter of Vivian Sinclair, or... Vivian Sinclair really hadn’t been here.
Elias trusted the forr more.
He was certain that the silhouette just now was Vivian Sinclair; he’d watched her grow, his cherished jewel for twenty-two years, there’s no way he’d mistake her.
However, Elias didn’t press further.
Because even if he fell out with Ethan tonight, he might not get the answers to what Ethan was hiding.
Suppressing his anger, Elias left the room, and Harvey Holloway imdiately stepped forward to ask: "President Sinclair, where’s Miss Sinclair?"
Harvey Holloway craned his neck but didn’t see Vivian Sinclair being brought out, feeling disappointed and anxious.
Elias: "That foolish girl!"
"What on earth has she done now?"
Unable to hold back any longer, Elias pulled out his phone to dial that number.
Vivian Sinclair’s phone rang.
She picked it up, expressionless, and directly hung up.
Just then, a black business car pulled up in front of them.
"Miss Sinclair?"
"Get in the car, as per our boss’s orders, we’re taking you to find who you’re looking for."
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