Across the garden was the parking lot of the hotel.

Walking along the road, you could see flowers in full bloom and lights shining like stars. Every landscape was prepared by Lambert Group with meticulous care. Even details were worth a large sum of money.

Someone commented on the Internet that in addition to the high-standard service, living in Cityscape Hotel could let you slow down and enjoy every second here.

It was really a luxury to enjoy a slower pace of life in the financial center of the city.

People joked that it was because Lambert Group was not sparing with money-if you could see through the essence through the appearance of the hotel, you would find that everywhere you looked was real money.

However, walking here, Yuna only feel she was pierced to the heart.

It seemed that at every step she took, there was a knife stabbing from her feet all the way to her heart and stirring her heart into a bloody mess.

She had only herself to blame for all of this.

When she was about to reach the parking lot, Yuna suddenly noticed something. She stopped and looked back at the top floor of the hotel-

The hotel was a white European-style building, standing there elegantly like a graceful white swan. Every detail of the building was the intense and painstaking effort of the designers.

But Yuna was in no mood to appreciate the beauty of the building. She always felt that someone was watching her from the top floor.

However, when she looked back, she found no one.

At this time, Milo ran out from the hotel and called her, "Miss Wallace."

Yuna took back her sight and said as calm as usual, "Let's go back."

"Didn't you find Wesley at the suite?" Milo frowned slightly and asked in confusion, "That's weird. Why did Wesley get two rooms?"

"There is a back door in this hotel. He got two rooms to separate us so that he could leave by the back door." Mentioning Wesley made Yuna feel a sharp pain in her heart. She took a deep breath and continued, "Let's find another way after we arrive home."

Milo opened the car door and suddenly, he thought of something. He glanced at Yuna and asked, "What were you looking at just now?"

"I don't know if it's an illusion," Yuna pinched her glabella and said hesitantly, "I felt there was someone watching me on the roof just now."

"Someone's watching you?"

Milo thought for half a second, and his face suddenly changed. He urged Yuna, "Get in the car."

For the first time, Yuna couldn't keep up with Milo. She quickly got in the car and fastened her seat belt. Then she asked, "Why are you so serious?"

Milo had no time to answer. He started the car as fast as he could and barged his way to leave the hotel, ignoring traffic rules. After driving for a long distance, he said, "Maybe it's a sniper."

Sniper?

Yuna thought for a moment and suddenly fell into silence.

She was completely exposed to the person's sight just now. He could aim at her as long as he hid in a high and hidden place.

She had sniped at others and been sniped at before. The gloomy and strange feeling just now was really like being aimed at by a sniper rifle.

It was Wesley's subordinate who did this, wasn't it?

Did Wesley really make up his mind to kill her this time?

But why didn't he do it in the end?

Yuna thought for a long time and found the only explanation was that if she died in Lambert Group' hotel and the police got involved, the hotel's operation would be affected.

Therefore, Wesley did want to kill her, but he didn't want to do it in Brian's hotel.

Though she has left the hotel now, would Wesley's subordinate aim at her again?

The fear of death enveloped her. Yuna's face suddenly turned pale. She subconsciously grasped the armrest and said, "Get out of here!"

Her child was not born yet. She could not be shot at this time.

If she died, Wesley would never know the truth and the fact that she loved him too.

At this moment, Yuna was really scared.

Yes, scared.

Such a scare, like countless ants, distributed throughout her whole body. A chill spread from her back to her fingertips, making her tremble involuntarily.

It was the first time that Milo saw Yuna afraid of something.

He could tell that Yuna was not pretending. She feared from the bottom of her heart.

Would Wesley really kill Yuna?

If the answer was yes, could he believe Yuna?

Milo hesitated for a moment and finally said, "The car windows are bulletproof. Nobody can see you from the outside. Don't worry, you are safe now."

Only then did Yuna remember that Rowdy's car had been specially remodeled. Wesley's subordinate was indeed unable to shoot her anymore.

She breathed a sigh of relief and closed her eyes, saying, "Thank you."

Then Yuna touched the back of her neck, took off the so-called miniature remote control bomb and threw it back to Milo.

Milo's face changed. "You... I have warned you that if you take it off, it will explode!"

Yuna opened her eyes and turned to look at Milo. She smiled faintly and said, "But I just took it off. No explosion."

Milo's mouth was slightly open. If he didn't drive the car, he couldn't have come to his sense.

After a long time, Milo could finally make a sound. "How did you do it?" Asked he. He had tried but failed.

In other words, this miniature bomb could control him but do nothing to Yuna.

Yuna smiled disdainfully and said, "Do you think I've been working for nothing in the past few years? How would I be defeated by such a small thing?"

"..."

Milo was too shocked to respond. He could only focus on driving.

After coming to his sense from the shock, Milo was lost in thought-maybe it was unnecessary for Rowdy and him to doubt Yuna all the time.

Forty minutes later, Milo drove Yuna back to the old house of the Kent family.

Perhaps it was because her mood swung widely today, Yuna felt uncomfortable when getting out of the car. Her face was as pale as paper, and her footsteps were obviously not as firm as before.

Milo suddenly remembered that Rowdy had also told him to pay special attention to Yuna's condition.

He hesitated for a second and then asked, "Do you want me to call the doctor to see you?"

"Auntie Yuna!"

As soon as Milo finished speaking, there came Emily's excited and loud voice from the house.

Yuna patted her head and said, "I'm fine. Emily is here. You can go back now. I don't want to make Emily worry."

Emily was much more difficult to deal with than Milo. If the little fellow knew that she was not feeling well, he would not agree to let her stay at home and not see a doctor.

The best way was to keep the news from him.

Milo nodded and said, "Then I'm gonna go. See you tomorrow."

As soon as Milo drove the car away, Emily rushed out of the house and quickly hugged Yuna's leg. "Auntie Yuna, why do you come back so late? You promised me to be home early. Remember?" Emily said while looking at Yuna appealingly.

Yuna said helplessly, "Baby, I came back as quickly as I could."

The little guy pursed his lips and looked at the time, saying, "It's not half past ten yet. Well, I forgive you!"

The little guy was good at finding a way out for himself.

Yuna held his hand with a wry smile and said, "It's so cold outside. Let's go inside."

"Okay!" Emily held Yuna's hand and skipped back to the living room. Suddenly, he let out a long "eh" and looked around with his big black eyes.

Yuna followed Emily's sight and looked around, but found nothing. She couldn't help asking, "Emily, what are you looking for?"

"My daddy!" Emily blinked his eyes, "Auntie Yuna, daddy and you went out together. Why didn't he come back with you?"

Yuna was stunned and didn't know how to tell Emily that Rowdy was in the police station.

When she was still hesitating, Emily answered for her-

"Oh, I see!" the little fellow shouted as if he was suddenly enlightened.

Dumbfounded by him, Yuna looked at him blankly, asking, "See what?"

Emily blurted out with certainty, "Daddy is playing with pretty aunties!"

"..."

Yuna was glad that she was not drinking water, otherwise, she might choke.

After a long while, Yuna's voice returned to normal. She asked, "Emily, who told you that?"

Emily counted with his fingers, "Uncle Gideon, Uncle Emil, Uncle Lopez..." After several names, Emily found that he couldn't name all of them. So he just said, "A lot of uncles told me that!"

"..."

Yuna suddenly became worried about her child.

If Wesley raised the child, would his subordinates teach the child these horrible things like Uncle Gideon?

Damn, she wanted her child to be a gentleman or a princess!

However, the most important thing at the moment was Emily.

She couldn't let Emily know that Rowdy had been taken away by the police.

Yuna squatted down and told Emily seriously, "Your daddy has something to do. So he can't come back until tomorrow night."

"Oh." Emily tilted his head. "So he is not playing with pretty aunties?"

"No." Yuna kept a serious look. "There's one more thing-I don't want to hear you say 'playing with pretty aunties' anymore."

"Why?" Emily pouted with grievance and confusion. "Is it bad to play with pretty aunties? I like pretty aunties too..."

Yuna thought for a long time, but she still didn't understand what the little fellow meant. She looked at him and asked, "Can you repeat your words?"

Emily pointed at Yuna and said diffidently, "You are very pretty and I call you Auntie Yuna. I like you, so I also like other pretty aunties..."

The little guy had perfect ability in logic, which, however, made Yuna understand how complex it felt when she became both speechless and not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

How should she respond to this little guy?

In the end, Yuna only had to admit that Emily was right. She took him upstairs and let him sleep first.

"I don't want to sleep alone!" Emily grabbed Yuna's clothes and said, "Auntie Yuna, can you accompany me? Well, even if you don't want to go to bed, the baby must be very sleepy..."