NovelAmazoneChapter 1362 Kyle let out a big sigh of relief. "So that's how it is. Thanks a ton, Bob." Bob waved it off with a grin, but then something clicked. "Wait, did you just say he's one of your employees?" Kyle chuckled awkwardly. "Yeah, man, I didn't think he'd be that good." Bob's mind started to drift, and he began to wonder if the guy might be a spy in their company.
Quinn quickly asked, "Bob, do you know where he lives?" "Huh? No way, how would I know that?" Bob replied.
Made sense. He didn't mix with those kinds of families, so how would he know where Alexander lived? The only silver lining was that Alexander was still kicking. As long as she knew he was around, Quinn could chill a bit. She had tto track him down.
After that, they tagged along with Bob to other spots and picked up srandom stuff.
In the days that followed, Bob stuck with them. Knowing they were on a manhunt, he took them to places where they might bump into folks from those big-shot families. Splaces were members-only or needed facial recognition, so they couldn't get in. They just wandered around outside, being told these were the hot spots. Quinn made a mental note of these places, hoping she'd get lucky. Besides this, there didn't seem to be a better plan.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"This mall's owned by the Lynch family, but they probably won't show up here. If you're lucky, you might see sof their managers checking the place out," Bob said. "Got it," Quinn replied.
Bob then took them to a swanky seven-star hotel, saying, "This place is theirs too. You're more likely to see them here since they cto chill." Quinn sat in the car, eyeing the fancy building in front of her, nodded, and jotted it down on her phone.
She then asked, "Can we stay here?" "Sure, if you've got the cash," Bob answered.
So Quinn decided to move from the neighborhood to this hotel.
She went back, threw her stuff together, and moved her bags to the hotel.
She held Sprout, carrying a bag of baby clothes, while Kyle and Abigail lugged the rest.
"Got everything?" Quinn asked.
"Yeah. Ugh, if I'd known, I wouldn't have brought so much junk. We could buy everything here, and we hauled it all this way," Abigail grumbled.
Quinn laughed. "You hold Sprout, and I'll carry the stuff." "With your tiny self? Nah, I'll carry it," Abigail said, slinging a big bag over her shoulder. "Let's roll." Quinn nodded and walked into the hotel with Sprout.
But just as they were stepping in, they ran into a group of people, and she froze.
Abigail and Kyle were stunned too.
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Among the three guys leading the group, one was the man she'd dreamed about countless times over the past year. He was rocking a casual, loose black shirt, hands in his pockets, no expression, chatting with the two guys next to him. They were flanked by bodyguards, and people made way for them. While Quinn was in a daze, they walked right past her.
The guy didn't even glance her way, treating her like any other random bystander.
As they were about to leave, Quinn snapped out of it and chased after him.
But before she could get close, two bodyguards blocked her.
Quinn stared at the tall, lean figure, emotions all over the place.
Seeing him about to walk away, she suddenly shouted, "Alexander!"
Her voice echoed through the lobby, like all the feelings she'd bottled up burst out with the that shout.
Even the sleeping Sprout woke up, eyes wide in confusion, and then started bawling.
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