Chapter: 1052

"Miss Bennet, if you want to know the answer, you can go to the seventh floor. I believe that you will be moved when you see it."

"The seventh floor?"

Jerry nodded as he took out a key card from his vest's pocket. He tapped it against the reader on the door of the room called Morandi.

"Here you are," Miss Bennet."

Rachel glanced around the room. It looked warm and cozy. It was precisely designed to make people feel comfortable

“Miss Bennet, I wish you well with your meeting," Jerry said before turning around to leave.

“You can call me anytime should you need anything."

Rachel nodded. Jerry left the room, closing the door gently.

Rachel walked to the sofa and as she sat down, her phone vibrated.

There was a message from Andy saying that he was on his way but was being held up by a traffic jam. Rachel texted Andy back, informing him that she was already at the club.

“Take care," she added to her message.

She noticed a glass of cold orange juice on the small table by the side of the sofa. It looked like it was brought there just before she got into the room.

Orange juice was her favorite drink. Raising her eyebrows, Rachel couldn't help but think of what Jerry had just said. She picked up the glass of orange juice and took a sip.

It had the sweet-tart taste that she Liked.

What could be on the seventh floor?

Rachel was thinking about it when someone buzzed on the door.

It brought her back from her musings.

Did Andy arrive so soon? Rachel put the glass down on the side table, stood up, and walked to the door, thinking that it was Andy on the other side.

Before she reached the door, it swung open.

Rachel was stunned to see the man standing at the door.

He was a tall man, wearing a light-grey windbreaker. There was a gentle smile on his handsome face. Rachel's figure was reflected in his brown eyes.

The man exuded gentleness and modesty. He didn't seem to have changed so much. He still gave people that warm feeling.

"Long time no see, Rachel." While Rachel was surprised to see him, the man seemed to know that she would be at the Crown Club.

Four years had passed, and the man thought that he would never see

Rachel again. While he appeared calm and collected, his slightly stiff fingertips betrayed his nervousness.