Chapter 22 Be Locked

　　Freya's POV 　　Sitting in the car, I stared out of the window, feeling a sense of boredom creeping in. 　　Suddenly, Kingsley's cell phone rang. I glanced at it, and the caller ID once again displayed "Tracy". 　　Unconsciously, I clenched my hand. Kingsley pressed the answer button, but the person on the other end seemed at a loss for words. 　　He frowned, then hung up the phone and raised his eyes to say to me, "You should go in first. Joyce will meet you at the entrance; she has an invitation." 　　I regarded him with a cold stare. Kingsley's voice was faint as he continued, "I need to attend to something urgent." 　　I averted my eyes and let out a mocking smile. 　　Urgent matter? Anything related to Tracy was probably an emergency in his eyes. 　　The car quickly arrived at the venue of the party. Joyce was standing by the entrance, clearly annoyed as she saw me stepping out of the car. 　　Upon entering the hotel, a group of people came over to exchange pleasantries. 　　"Joyce, you look