Chapter 776

Maeve was about to scream when a hand clamped over her mouth. She froze and recognized the man before her—she'd seen him at the engagement banquet. He wore a silver mask that completely hid his face and a black suit that clung to his frame. "Don't move," he said in a raspy voice. Just then, guards passed by in the hallway. If he hadn’t pulled her aside, she would’ve been caught for sure. This corridor didn’t lead to a restroom at all. Maeve frowned. "Who are you?" "This isn't a place for you. Go back where you came from," he replied. His voice was oddly distorted, probably through a voice changer. Maeve glanced down at the hand gripping her arm and quickly pulled free. She said indifferently, "We don't know each other, do we?" "No, we don't." "Then why are you helping me? What's it to you?" He said nothing and turned as if to leave. But Maeve’s eyes caught the glint of a VIP gold card in his hand, and she quickly stepped in front of him. "You have a VIP gold card?" "This?"