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Chapter 854: Chapter 854: Gathering
Looking southeast.
The Global Hotel, like a towering iron tower!
Only at the very top of the iron tower, there was a gigantic sphere!
There lay the hotel’s top floor.
A massive hall.
It was lit only occasionally for grand feasts.
At night, it resembled a full Moon!
Hovering in the southeastern sky of Kyoto.
The Global Hotel thus earned its name.
At that moment, more than a dozen luxury cars were driving from various directions toward Kyoto.
Their destination was the Global Hotel.
"How’s it going?"
Inside a black sedan, a woman asked.
"Can’t get through!"
The man sighed and anxiously urged the driver in front, "Hurry up!"
"Yes, Lord Ridge."
The car suddenly accelerated, but traffic jams were inevitable in Kyoto at night. 𝓷ℴ𝓿𝓹𝓾𝓫.𝓬ℴ𝓶
"What about that strange number that called earlier?"
The woman asked again, frantic with worry.
Ten minutes ago.
They had received a phone call claiming their child was injured at the Global Hotel.
Telling them to come over immediately.
After hanging up, the couple promptly tried to call their son.
But they were met with a no service message.
And that anonymous call, too, was unreachable.
"Mr. Yarrow!"
Just then.
A voice called out beside them.
"Sounds like... Yannick Ridge’s voice?"
The man lowered the car window.
Indeed.
Next to their car was a red sports car.
"Tiberius Yarrow, where are you headed?"
Yannick Ridge yelled out.
Although he was already in his forties, he was still driving a red sports car, with a blonde woman in the passenger seat.
Approximately twenty years old.
Both were disheveled and somewhat dazed.
"Something’s up with my son, my wife and I are heading over to check."
Although Tiberius Yarrow didn’t like Yannick Ridge, they were all part of the same circle.
Familiar enough.
At least, he needed to keep up appearances.
"The Global Hotel?"
Yannick Ridge expressed his surprise, "No way, what a coincidence?"
He took off his sunglasses, just about to speak when the traffic light turned green.
Beep beep beep!
From behind came a series of honking sounds.
"Damn!"
Yannick Ridge pushed open his car door and walked to the car behind.
Whoosh!
He kicked it.
Cursing, he said, "Rush, rush, rush! Are you in such a hurry to die? Keep it up, and I’ll smash your car!"
"Crazy!"
The driver of the car rolled down the window and cursed back, immediately swerved around Yannick Ridge, and quickly disappeared into the street.
The other cars behind wisely took a detour to avoid him.
Madman, no one wanted to provoke him.
"Tiberius Yarrow, where is your son?"
Yannick Ridge staggered over and leaned against Tiberius Yarrow’s sedan.
"Have you been drinking?"
Tiberius Yarrow frowned slightly, "The Global Hotel. Just got a call and am rushing over."
"On the way!"
Yannick Ridge immediately opened the door and shouted to the woman in the sports car, "Drive home and wait for me!"
"Alright, Lord Ridge."
The woman flipped over to the driver’s seat and disappeared from sight in three seconds.
"Someone you just met?"
Tiberius Yarrow looked at Yannick Ridge who was getting into the car, subconsciously pinching his nose.
Reeking of alcohol.
Disheveled.
"No, my secretary." Yannick Ridge lowered the car window, looking at Tiberius Yarrow, "What’s happening? I was just drinking when I got a call saying my son had fallen and was injured at the Global Hotel. The kid won’t answer his phone, so I had no choice but to head over."
"They might be together."
Having heard Yannick Ridge out, Tiberius Yarrow began to suspect something was amiss.
Meanwhile, the driver had already sped towards the Global Hotel.
"Something fishy."
Once Tiberius Yarrow mentioned it, Yannick Ridge immediately dropped his frivolous demeanor.
He took out his phone and called a friend.
"Mr. Moore, my son was with your son last night."
He asked with a heavy voice.
"What happened? My son is in trouble, at the Global Grand Hotel!"
Over the phone, a man’s anxious voice came through.
"Damn! Not the Global Hotel again!"
Yannick Ridge hung up the phone and looked at Tiberius Yarrow, "Is it possible that it’s just a prank?"
"Even if it is a prank, who dares to mess with you, me, and those people we don’t know?"
Tiberius Yarrow shook his head, "Even if it’s a prank, our children wouldn’t go missing at the same time."
Silence.
In the car, only the sound of breathing remained.
"Hurry up!"
Tiberius Yarrow urged aloud.
Ten minutes later.
They finally arrived at the Global Hotel.
It seemed there was an argument at the entrance.
"Let’s go!"
The three worried individuals quickly got out of the car and ran towards the entrance of the Global Grand Hotel.
"Do you know who I am? How dare you block this way? Move immediately, or don’t blame me for being rude!"
"Where is your manager? I have urgent business, let me in or don’t blame me for forcing my way!"
At the entrance, about a dozen security guards formed a human wall, blocking the entrance.
Across them was a group of middle-aged people in their forties and fifties.
They were dressed lavishly, speaking with confidence.
"You’re here too," Tiberius Yarrow approached and recognized many familiar faces.
Kyoto is large, but the circle is small.
These elite families knew each other.
Meeting now, they all felt surprised.
"Did your son also get into trouble here?" someone asked.
"I received a call,"
"So did I!"
Tiberius hadn’t finished speaking when everyone began discussing again.
"What in the world is going on? The phone isn’t going through!"
"Do you at the Global Hotel want to shut down for good? I’m telling you, if anything happens to my son, all of you are dead!"
Many were about to resort to physical action.
Because they came in such a rush, they hadn’t brought along any bodyguards.
The hotel was right in front of them but they were stopped at the door.
They couldn’t enter!
The anxiety and anger on the way exploded completely.
"Mr. Huntington?"
Just then, a brown sedan slowly pulled up.
Seeing the license plate, they were surprised.
The most discreet and mysterious Huntington family also had someone here?
"Could it be the Huntington family..."
Someone said with a hint of surprise.
"I heard that Anson Huntington has returned..."
"Shh..."
As soon as someone mentioned the madman of the Huntington family, another person raised a finger.
Signaling to keep quiet.
The car door was pushed open.
First, a pair of leather shoes appeared, followed by.
Vance Huntington stepped down from the car.
Behind him, followed by five sedans.
From the cars, about a dozen bodyguards disembarked.
"Mr. Huntington," someone greeted.
Vance Huntington nodded his head, but didn’t speak.
"What’s going on."
He looked at the line of security guards in front of him and waved, "Break through."
"Yes!"
A man with short hair stepped forward, heading straight for the human wall.
But before he could make a move, the security guards automatically retreated.
Vance Huntington frowned slightly, but thinking of the phone call he had just received, he strode towards the hotel.
"What the hell!"
Someone cursed at those security guards.
They had been blocked for nearly ten minutes, but as soon as Vance Huntington arrived, they let him through.
Did they look down on them?
But since they were preoccupied, they also followed Vance Huntington quickly into the hotel.
They were desperate, going straight to the second floor.
Following the room number given in the phone call, they hurried over.
A group of bosses capable of shaking Kyoto, strode swiftly.
Whoosh!
Vance Huntington pushed open the door of the private room.
Inside.
A group of young masters were laughing and enjoying themselves, harmoniously.
