Chapter: 1740

It was only then that Rachel came back to her senses. She nodded and entered the elevator.

Dewey pressed the button for the fifth floor. When the elevator doors slowly closed, Rachel seemed to catch a glimpse of Odin and Alberto looking at each other.

She wasn't sure, but she seemed to see Alberto glancing in her direction.

Finally, the elevator doors completely closed, blocking her view of Odin and Alberto.

It was only then that Rachel breathed a sigh of relief. She Looked at Dewey and said gratefully, "Thank you, Dewey."

"You're welcome, Miss Bennet. But there's actually no need to thank me. I'm just following Mr. Gibson's order," Dewey replied, smiling courteously. But his tone was business-like, clearly reflecting the demeanor of someone closely associated with Alberto.

“But how did you know there's a secret door here?"

Her question stunned Dewey. He didn't react for a while.

"As far as I know, Valmead Club isn't affiliated with Gibson Group.

But you and Mr. Gibson seem quite familiar with this place." Rachel wasn't stupid. She was just in a hurry earlier that she had overlooked this critical detail. But now that her mind was cleared, she couldn't help questioning Dewey's familiarity with Valmead Club.

Actually, it wasn't only this.

Ever since Alberto came into her life, she had harbored numerous suspicions about him.

But until now, these suspicions remained unconfirmed.

Dewey quickly reacted. He explained, “Although Valmead Club isn't associated with Gibson Group now, you may not know that it was once owned by Mr. Gibson."

"He used to own this club?"

"Yes. Originally, this club was built especially for Mr. Gibson when he returned to Apliaria to recuperate. He personally oversaw every detail of the interior design here. But unexpectedly, his health condition worsened, prohibiting him from travelling. Since he could not return, he later sold the club to Mr. Sullivan."

Dewey swore to himself that this was the fastest he'd ever thought on his feet in his entire life. He did his best to remain composed and look natural to ensure that Rachel wouldn't suspect the veracity of his words.

Indeed, Rachel looked at him doubtfully. She was about to ask him for further clarifications when the elevator dinged, indicating they had arrived.

"Miss Bennet, let's go," Dewey said.

Rachel glanced at him and nodded. Then, she followed him out of the elevator.

The fifth floor had rooms designated for wealthy individuals to rest temporarily.

Dewey walked in front of Rachel and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, she stopped asking questions. He had narrowly avoided exposing the truth.

"We're here," Dewey said as he stopped in front of a room.

Rachel raised her gaze and saw the room number "AQ11" hanging on the door.