Chapter: 1626

The backseat window rolled down slowly. The assistant came to his senses and addressed, "Mr. Gibson."

“Did you spot someone familiar?" Alberto had already noticed the license plate on the car ahead and recognized Odin as he exited his vehicle. A glimmer of coldness flashed in his eyes. Seeing his assistant's prolonged stare in that direction, Alberto rolled down the window and asked him about it.

"No, I mistook her for someone else." The assistant opened the back door and apologized.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Gibson. It's my fault."

Upon finishing his sentence, he signaled the driver to come over.

The driver exited the car, retrieved the folded wheelchair from the trunk, opened it, and positioned it near the back door.

“Someone else

"Uh... Yes." The assistant's gaze met Alberto's cold stare, causing him to shudder involuntarily. He explained respectfully and cautiously, "At first glance, I thought the woman getting out of the car in front of us was the same lady in your car the other day."

Hearing this, Alberto glanced at the car before them.

However, Rachel had already left, and the car was slowly moving away from the hotel entrance.

It was a little dark and there were a few doormen standing in

Alberto's view. He could only catch a glimpse of the woman his assistant mentioned disappearing around the corner.

As soon as Alberto saw it, his eyes darkened, and he lightly clenched his fist.

However, this emotional change disappeared in an instant, too fleeting to be noticed.

Alberto's assistant and driver helped him into the wheelchair. After ensuring he was seated comfortably, the assistant retrieved a blanket from the back seat and gently draped it over Alberto's legs.

“Not her," Alberto lowered his gaze and murmured softly.

The assistant was startled by those two words as he reached the back of the wheelchair to hold the handle, but he quickly regained his composure and responded, “Miss Bennet's demeanor is much more striking than that woman's. Although that woman may resemble her at first glance, she doesn't truly resemble her at all. I must have made a mistake."

Without uttering a word, Alberto's thin lips formed a tight line.

"Mr. Gibson, let's head inside."

"Alright," Alberto replied in a deep, resonant tone.

The assistant instructed the driver to park the car and then slowly pushed the wheelchair into the hotel lobby. The lobby manager was preoccupied attending to guests when he caught a glimpse of Alberto from the corner of his eye. Frowning, he gestured to his colleague.

“What's happening? Is there a guest in a wheelchair on the auction guest list?" he inquired.

Upon hearing the question, his colleague promptly pulled out a tablet to review the guest list.

The auction was an extravagant affair, and all the attendees were distinguished individuals. To ensure the event's success, the hotel had postponed all other arrangements for the day and was not receiving any additional guests. The hotel meticulously prepared a presentation with the basic information of each guest, enabling the staff to easily recognize and properly accommodate them.

After thoroughly examining the guest list, the colleague shook his head, stating, "He's not on the list. He might be a guest looking to check in. Perhaps the security guard wasn't careful enough and let him through.”