Chapter 386 (AdSense Safe Version)
Emmeline’s face flushed slightly at the harsh tone being used in front of the children.
Abel narrowed his eyes and casually glanced toward the security camera, his expression calm but unmistakably firm.
Evelyn, haven’t you seen enough?
My only concern is Emmeline. Isn’t that clear?
You’re making this unnecessarily complicated.
In the surveillance room, Evelyn’s expression darkened. A sharp discomfort settled in her chest, but she quickly suppressed it. Without another word, she stood up and left.
Moments later, Luca entered from the adjacent room.
He checked the monitors and noticed Evelyn heading toward the hotel lobby, likely preparing to leave.
As he switched between camera feeds, a familiar figure caught his attention.
Luca zoomed in.
It was Alana.
She was sitting in the lobby, having a meal with another woman. After a closer look, Luca recognized the companion as Alondra.
Without hesitation, he sent a message to Abel.
Mr. Abel, the previous target has left, but I’ve found something else.
At that moment, Abel was guiding the children on how to open crabs. Hearing his phone, he removed his gloves and checked the message.
What is it?
It’s Alana. She’s here, acting as if nothing has happened, Luca replied.
Abel’s gaze sharpened slightly.
“What’s wrong?” Emmeline asked gently.
“It’s nothing,” Abel said, his tone even.
He quickly sent another message.
Check with Inspector Charles. I want an update.
Luca immediately made the call.
Two minutes later, the reply came through.
Inspector Charles says the Brookwater Village case has no solid evidence. A substitute suspect has been identified, and there’s nothing that can be done regarding Alana at the moment.
Abel read the message in silence, his expression turning colder.
After a brief pause, he responded:
Bring her down to a private area. I’ll handle this personally in half an hour.
Understood.
Luca acted immediately, coordinating with security.
A short while later, Alana was discreetly escorted away from the lobby.
Back in the private dining room, Abel continued attending to Emmeline and the children as if nothing had happened.
“I need to step out for a moment,” he said calmly. “There’s something I have to take care of.”
Emmeline nodded. “Go ahead. I’ll stay with them.”
Abel bent down and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead before leaving.
He made his way to the lower level of the hotel, where the wine cellar was located.
The space was quiet, dimly lit, and carried a faint chill.
Alana was already there, clearly unsettled, her movements restricted as she tried to understand what was happening.
She struggled to speak, her voice muffled, confusion and unease written across her face.
The heavy door opened.
Backlit by the hallway light, a tall figure stepped inside.
Even without seeing his face clearly, Alana recognized the presence immediately.
“Abel…” she tried to call out, her voice barely audible.
Abel did not respond.
He removed his jacket with measured calm and took a seat at the nearby table, his posture composed, his expression unreadable.
The dim light cast sharp shadows across his face, making his silence feel even heavier.
Alana looked up at him, a deep sense of unease settling in her chest.
In that moment, she finally understood the reputation that surrounded him.
There was no need for words.
The atmosphere alone was enough to make her realize—
This was not a situation she could control.