Chapter 3

Thirty minutes later, the car stopped at the entrance of a hotel.

As soon as she entered, Quincy was taken aback by the magnificent and lavish decoration of the hotel. There was a huge fountain in the middle of the lobby and a crystal piano right next to it. Quincy's eyes were fixated on the piano, and there was a strange pang in her heart, so she looked away.

A couple of men took her upstairs and stood at the head of the hallway. They raised their chins to her and said, "Last room."

Quincy followed the men's line of sight and noticed that the room was obviously more upscale than the rest. The two huge red-painted wooden doors with artistic patterns looked as if they were carrying a kind of silent temptation.

Quincy simply nodded and walked over to the room.

The slim heels of her shoes made no sound on the thick, soft carpet and this gave her the illusion that it would be nice to wake up to discover that this was all a dream.

She gently pushed the door open and immediately felt a sense of tranquil silence on the other side of the door. The room seemed to be vacant.

The design of the room was completely open, with no walls or barriers to obstruct the flow. It was luxuriously decorated with European-style furniture, massive floor-to-ceiling windows, a king-sized bed, and a large desk. This room seemed to be different from the typical hotel room, and was probably designed specifically for a particular person.

Quincy quietly walked to the bed and she heard the sound of running water.

The sound of running water in the quiet room seemed very out of place and made Quincy tighten her grip on her jacket.

Clang...

The door opened from the inside. When she saw this, Quincy's back stiffened and she stood frozen at the edge of the bed with her neck straightened. With her head hanging low, her ebony black hair cascaded down like a waterfall and concealed her face.

The sound of soft and steady footsteps came to her ears, and the fragrance of shower gel mixed with a strange minty scent diffused in the air...

Quincy sat nervously on the bed and mentally told herself over and over that since she couldn't escape this anyway, she might as well enjoy it, right?

A man's voice said, "What's your name?"

The voice was deep and magnetic, and it came from her side. It made Quincy's heart flutter, for some reason. She reflexively blurted out, "Quincy Scott."

But after blurting this out, she immediately realized her mistake. This clearly wasn't Xavier's voice!

After she realized this, her heart skipped a beat and she looked up in astonishment, but the moment she looked up, her eyes were blindfolded by a pair of large and warm hands!

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