His Versatile Gorgeous Wife

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Chapter 703

Gazing upon the mob of reporters gathered in front of the hotel, Wendy could not help but wonder why they were there.

Mr. Baxter isn’t involved in show business, nor is he in any way a famous person on the internet. How cou/d he have attracted all

these reporters here? Or are they here because it's been exposed that the woman in the video is Arielle?

At this thought, Wendy's heart filled up with glee.

Compared to Henrick, the reporters were an even scarier threat.

Once the scandal started to spread, that would surely be the end of Arielle.

The moment Henrick found the hotel manager, he ordered the latter at once, “We need to go upstairs. Give us the elevator card

now!”

The elevator of Grandview Hotel could only be accessed with a room key card or an elevator card.

Seeing that neither of them was the hotel's guests, the manager apologized, “I'm sorry, but we keep our guests’ information

confidential. You are not allowed to go up.”

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“Why not? My daughter is a guest in your hotel! Why can’t | go and look for her?” Henrick retorted in anger.

“Well...” The manager's expression turned awkward.

Just then, a woman's voice rang out, “Lethave the elevator card.”

Both Henrick and Wendy turned sideways toward the source in unison. In the next instant, Wendy's eyes lit up as she hurried over

to the woman.

“Ms. Stone!”

Susanne responded with a nod before repeating her words to the manager. “The elevator card, please.”

The hotel was owned by Nightshire Group. Thus, it only took a moment for the manager to recognize Susanne. He immediately

took a step back and handed the elevator card to her respectfully.

The three entered the elevator together. Meanwhile, the reporters had broken through the security’s defense line. Having no

access to the elevators, they went up through the staircase.

In the elevator, Wendy put on a worried look as she hooked her arm around Susanne’s. “Hopefully nothing’s happened to Arielle,

Ms. Stone.”

An unpleasant expression hung on Susanne’s face.

Ever since she found out she would have to choose Wendy as her daughter-in-law, she had decided she did not want to be

bothered about matters concerning Arielle anymore. In fact, she almost ignored Wendy's text about Arielle. However, when the late

Maureen's face popped up in her mind, she reconsidered and

finally canyway.

If Arielle had been forced into this situation against her will, then Susanne would be able to seek justice for her. But if Arielle had

gotten into this willingly, she would simply snap a picture of the scene and show it to her son so that he could see for himself the

sort of woman he had fallen for.

Nobody knew her son better than herself. She had figured out Vinson’s feelings toward the girl a long time

ago.

As for Henrick, he simply stood at her side, too afraid to even utter a single word.

With Susanne’s sudden appearance, he knew there was no way he could suppress the news anymore.

There was no doubt it would soon spread to Vinson.

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With this turn of events, he figured there was nothing he could do now except to give Arielle a tight slap across the face and hope

to stay out of the whole affair.

What none of the three of them knew was that Arielle and Vinson were, at that moment, sitting in the hotel's security room and

viewing the surveillance footage.

Watching those three in the elevator, Arielle furrowed her brow in puzzlement. “Why are Henrick, Wendy, and your mother here?

Do they know Queenie or Donovan?”

“I have no idea.” Vinson looked just as puzzled. He stood up and said, “I think it’s about time. Shall we go up to have a look?”

“Sure.” Arielle stood up as well. However, she did it so hurriedly that her foot got caught with the leg of the chair and she tripped

over, falling toward Vinson.

With lightning reflexes, Vinson caught her in his arms just as her lips pressed into his collarbones.

Cheeks flushing beet red, she immediately leaped out of his arms, apologizing with her head lowered, “I'm sorry. | didn’t mean it.”

In fact, he wished she had meant to.

But of course, he would never have spoken those thoughts out loud. Instead, he merely let out a gentle laugh and reassured her.

“It's all right. There's no law against that, anyway.”

Arielle stared at him, thoroughly confused.

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