Chapter 164

I poured Wendy a glass of water, hoping to comfort her. "Steven is probably doing his best. It's not easy for the hotel's information to be leaked, so he must find another approach. It's a big task and there's a chance it might not succeed."

"Jen, what are your thoughts?"

"I actually want to let things unfold naturally. If we find out, great; if not, that's okay," I replied, holding the glass and sitting on the couch, feeling a bit melancholic. "I'm fixated on finding the answer because I don't understand why Max became so uncontrollably angry when he mentioned that person from that night. Do you understand? It's like there's some deep-seated grudge, a seething hatred that I can't ignore."

Wendy nodded. "Do you think Cindy might know who that person is?"

I shook my head. "Even if Cindy does know, do you think she would tell me?"

"No," Wendy slumped into the sofa. "She hates you too much. She would only tell you if it would hurt you."

"Let's forget about it and just go with the fl