Chapter 173

Lena was at a loss and immediately found the villa caretaker watering the garden. She gave some instructions and hurriedly went back home.

On the way, she sent several messages to Mr. H, but he didn't reply to any of them.

This person used to reply instantly all the time.

She was feeling restless at home and decided to go out to the gambling estate to try her luck. As soon as she left, she ran into Clara.

Clara dressed up nicely today, with big wavy hair flowing freely, and a waist-cinching little black dress that showcased her figure perfectly.

Lena's eyes lit up for a moment, she pressed the elevator button, and the two of them went to the parking lot together.

"Ms. Farley, were you planning to go on a date?"

Clara flicked her wine-red hair and said, "Go somewhere to have fun, do you want to come along?"

"Where?"

"Wraith Manor."

This is the estate Lena visited last time, and at that time, she overheard the gamblers mentioning that it was called Wraith Manor.

A place that occupied the entire mountain, shining with golden brilliance, was unexpectedly called Wraith Manor.

And Clara surprisingly knew the name, it seemed like she was even a high-end player from there.

Lena happened to be going as well, so the two of them happened to accompany each other.

When she sat in the passenger seat next to Clara, she could still smell the scent of perfume on her.

Clara didn't use popular perfume, so I couldn't tell which brand it was, but this kind of charm was like a candy melting into water, as if the whole space was filled with a faint fragrance emanating from her.

Lena hasn't been resting well these past few days and has been feeling a bit sleepy. However, she heard her ask, "Do you know the owner of Wraith Manor?"

Lena instantly became alert, she had lost her memory now and didn't know anything.

Clara looked at her, unaware, and her lips curved into a smile.

It is said that the entire Wraith Manor was his property. The lower level was where ordinary gamblers were harvested. As for the deeper levels, there were all kinds of things used as bets. Inside, there were the top hackers and the top enforcers, involving all gray industries. Many families had wanted to negotiate with the mysterious boss before, but he has never even shown his face.

Lena slowly sat up straight and said, "No one knew about his background?"

The car had now reached a traffic light and was waiting. In the meantime, Clara skillfully took out a cigarette, wanting to smoke, but thinking of Lena, she silently put the cigarette back.

"No one, it is said that he used to be an undercover agent in his hideout abroad. You know our country is very taboo about certain things, and during those years, many people were deceived to go abroad. So there was an urgent need for an informant to reveal the situation in the country. This boss was chosen as the informant, but the condition he wanted was to find the person he had been looking for. At the same time, the information he provided was also very vague, as if it was a little girl who had saved his life many years ago, a few years younger than him. With so many people in our country, who knows who saved his life? Later, someone came up with a trick and randomly found a sick little girl to impersonate. As a result, he truly believed it and treated that girl almost like a sister. But just a few years after he went undercover there, he heard that the little girl's condition had relapsed. He applied to come back, but the people in the country were not willing to let him come back, after all, the plan was already at its most crucial step."

Lena's forehead tightened, what is all this about, "So, did he come back?"

Clara glanced at her and raised an eyebrow, "The girl died, and someone leaked this news to him. People in the country were afraid he would go crazy, so they sold his information to the other side first, letting him fight with that group of people. I think he was only sixteen that year."

Lena cursed in her mind, her lips pursed tightly in anger. "And then what?"

"He won, didn't he? He took control of that district, and later his gambling business expanded to the domestic market. Those who betrayed him back then didn't dare to make a sound. Look at how well Wraith Manor is developing now, no one dares to investigate. Who knows what kind of leverage he has in his hands? Everyone is worried about keeping their own official positions intact."

Clara turned the car around a corner, "But take what I say with a grain of salt, after all, these are all rumors from the Wraith Manor side, and it just feels too fantastical to believe that someone at the age of sixteen could take over an entire district of the underworld."

Lena had a faint premonition in her heart, maybe it was true.

The car stopped outside Wraith Manor, and after Lena got out, she saw Clara skillfully communicating with the guard at the entrance.

The two of them were quickly allowed to pass.

When they walked in together, she couldn't help but ask Clara, "What did you come here for tonight?"

Clara flashed the card in her hand and said, "There's an auction, but the slots are pre-allocated. I can't take you inside, but you can hang around the outskirts and we can go back together later."

Lena nodded and found the waiters around the casino. She wanted to ask about Mr. H's situation but couldn't describe his appearance.

She could only grab hold of the waiter who had crossed paths with her last time, "The floor you took me to last time, the improper service that night, do you still remember me?"

The waiter's face was smiling, looking very dedicated. "Of course I remember, is Ms. Dawson still requesting informal service tonight?"

"I wanted him to come out and see me, where is he?"

"This might be a bit difficult. I can ask about his preference and see if Ms. Dawson wants to go and wait first."

Lena breathed a sigh of relief, as long as this person could reach Mr. H.

She followed behind him and quickly took the elevator to another place, where there was a large heated swimming pool. Under the swirling mist, nothing could be seen clearly.

The waiter respectfully stepped back behind the screen and said, "The pool here is very clean. Ms. Dawson can go in and soak. I will go and ask if he is willing to come out and meet you."

Lena didn't have the mood to take a bath at the moment, so she sat down on the chair next to her.

The lights in here were also dim, and her fingertips wanted to touch the blooming flowers nearby, but something suddenly flashed in her mind like a spark.

In a place shrouded in mist, she seductively gazed at someone, her eyes as silky as thread. It was her first time, and at that moment, she was in so much pain that she strained her neck.