Chapter 467

Samuel cracked open the bottle of Coke, then something occurred to him all of a sudden. He paused and said, "Hang on." "What's wrong?" Gordon asked. "It might've been possible that Mayra was in the private dining room next to the one Sydney had booked. Outside Parizia, I remember seeing a Maybach with a car plate starting with A followed by a series of eights. Not many people in Belchester City have the guts to use a car plate like that. "Sydney was being really loud, so many people overheard the argument. I wonder if Mayra was next door with her brother?" Gordon frowned. "Give me the car keys." "They're by your bed." … When Mayra headed downstairs, the sky had already turned dark, and Helen had made supper. "Ms. Sadler, I made mushroom soup. It's good for your stomach. Remember to have some." Mayra glanced around the living room, which appeared exceptionally quiet. It wasn't until this moment that she realized Harley wasn't around and asked curiously, "Madam Helen, where a