Chapter 813

Quennel, of course, understood the meaning behind those words, but his face remained expressionless as if he hadn’t understood at all, and he followed Hannah upstairs.

Cherry sat on the sofa with a ferocious scowl, crossing her legs and glaring at him with displeasure.

Only when Quennel and Hannah had gone upstairs and disappeared from her sight did Cherry jump up and rush over to Samuel.

“So, how did I do? I was pretty good, right? He was really mad, wasn’t he?”

Cherry was quite pleased with her performance, raising her eyebrows at Samuel triumphantly.

Samuel gave her a thumbs-up.

“Excellent. I could clearly see Quennel’s face darken for a second. But I have to say, the man is impressive. He recovered in an instant. No wonder Lionel is no match for him. His mental fortitude is truly powerful.”

Samuel once again felt incredibly thankful that they had seen through Quennel’s intentions early on. Otherwise, forget Lionel; even he and Cherry combined would likely not be a match for him.

The man was simply too terrifying, too formidable.

“Let’s go, let’s go. We need to get to the security room now,” Cherry said, hurrying Samuel along.

Just because Quennel wasn’t talking to Hannah here and had gone to the small study instead…

That didn’t mean the study wasn’t under surveillance!

A place like a study, where important matters were discussed and critical documents were kept, obviously required even more attention and several more cameras!

Hannah led Quennel to the small study.

As soon as they entered, Quennel eagerly asked, “After the car accident, did Marcus Hale come to see you? Did he say anything strange?”

Hannah had just sat down when she heard Quennel’s barrage of questions, and she froze for two seconds.

She blinked, looking at Quennel with a baffled expression, as if she didn’t know which question to answer first.

Quennel realized he had been too hasty.

He took a deep breath and stepped closer.

“Hannah, tell me, did Marcus Hale—the master hypnotist you met in the private room at the restaurant-come to see you today?”

Hannah immediately shook her head. “No, he didn’t. Why are you suddenly asking this? Is it because Lionel sent someone to crash into

him, and you’re wonted about his” Safety? But why are you asking me?”

Quennel instinctively started to answer but caught himself.

After all, when he introduced Marcus Hale to her, he had only said he was a skilled

hypnotist she could contact if she ever needed one.

Hannah had no idea what he had actually done to her.

“Are you sure he didn’t come over? he said. “I was worried that because I introduced a friend to you, Lionel misunderstood something and went after him.”

“That does sound like something Lionel would do. But Mr. Hale really

didn’t come here. He was in a car he be at the

accident; shouldn cent someone

hospital?

Have you you to check the hospitals?”

Just as Quennel was about to speak, his phone suddenly rang.

“Hold on, I need to take this call.”

“Okay.”

The moment he turned his back, Hannah’s expression shifted, a dark, unreadable

light flashing in her eyes.

“What did you say!”