Chapter 10 Escape

Wanda was heartbroken when she heard the cleaner's trembling voice.

The cleaner made it clear to her that the money she provided wasn't enough for her to take the risk. The only reason the cleaner was willing to help her was that she thought of her daughter when she saw Wanda was trapped in this terrible situation.

The current situation didn't allow Wanda to spend any more time feeling distraught. She took a deep breath and forced a confident smile on her face before she said, "Don't worry about me. Auntie, you're a good person. I won't betray you no matter what happens."

Wanda raised her hand and promised her.

The cleaner only sighed heavily. "Hurry up and go in. If you delay any further, the others might see you."

Wanda's eyes suddenly became alert, and her adrenaline pumped through her veins. She felt like she would burst. The only thing she could do was shuddering and saying repeatedly, "Okay, okay! Thank you, thank you so much!"

The cleaner didn't reply to her. She only pulled up her thick mask hesitantly and gestured for Wanda to move faster.

Wanda didn't dare delay herself any further. She hid in the cloth basket of the cleaning trolley, folding her body to fit in the tiny space.

"Are you good?" the cleaner asked in a trembling voice.

"I'm good, thank you," Wanda replied in a whisper. She clenched her fists and willed herself to be brave.

The cleaning trolley staggered out of the restroom onto the second floor. When her supervisor received a notice from the private room, he was now yelling frantically, "Wanda! Wanda! Has anyone seen her?"

Wanda could feel the cleaner's hands shaking as she pushed the trolley. The foreman approached the cleaning lady.

For a moment, Wanda clenched her fists tightly, feeling the slick of sweat on her palms. Her round nails dug so deeply into her palms that a row of red marks lined her hand. She was stunned at the sight. However, her adrenaline didn't allow for her to feel any pain. She just clenched her fists tightly and wished for the best.

Originally, the cleaner only assumed that Wanda was just a waitress who wanted to escape from this place. Wanda wasn't sure if she would still be willing to help her when she found out about the trouble she got herself into.

They were still in No.3 Mansion. It would be easy for the cleaner to go back on her word.

When the thought crossed Wanda's mind, she felt a cold sweat developing on her back. The trolley moved slower, which made her frantic, but there was nothing she could do. She couldn't even move. The only thing she could do was to say a silent prayer in her heart.

Fortunately, the cleaner only slowed for a moment. After that, she was able to collect herself and move back to her usual speed. She pushed the trolley into the elevator.

Wanda sensed that the foreman was moving away from them. The smell of the supervisor's cosmetics and the clacking of her high-heels drifted away from them. Wanda's anxiety ceased a little.

She was about to escape from the second floor.

However, her small victory didn't last long. As soon as she heard the elevator door open in front of her, she heard a strange voice greet someone respectfully, "Mr. Qin, are you still going to your usual room?"

When Wanda heard Quincy's name, her whole body froze.

Quincy was here!

Damn it! How could there be such a coincidence? Once she entered the elevator, she met the person she was dreading the most, though he did not know she was right here, hiding in the trolley.

"Yes." The man's voice was cold but charming, like the sound of a piano's subwoofer. His response was brief and direct to the point.

Although Wanda couldn't see his face from the trolley, the moment she heard his voice, his deep and frightening eyes flashed in her mind. It was if he could see through her.

Now that things had come to this, it would be better for Quincy to have a good time, get drunk, and learn about her escape tomorrow. This would give her more time. She continued to say prayers in her heart, but she felt her scalp tingling and her breath going ragged. She could sense that something bad was about to happen.

"Nice to see you, boss," the cleaner also greeted him in fear, and her hand holding the trolley began to tremble more violently.

"Yes," Quincy merely response indifferently. He didn't take the cleaner's reaction to him seriously. He only responded casually to her. However, when she moved the trolley past him, he paused slightly at the sight of it.

Wanda, who was still safely hidden inside the trolley, felt goosebumps all over her body. It was if Quincy's eyes could pierce through the trolley and see her inside.

No! How could he find her so soon? It was just routine for him to relax here. How would he notice such a small thing like her?

Wanda didn't know how long it was before she felt his gaze ease off of them.

Before she could relax, she heard his voice again, and he said something which made her feel desperate. "The girl I put here before. Let her come here."

The man who had greeted Quincy respectfully didn't seem to find anything unusual. He didn't know that Wanda disappeared. He only agreed, and said, "Miss Wanda? Okay. I'll inform the manager right away."

The cleaner pushed the cleaning trolley into the elevator, quickly separating herself from Quincy.

Wanda was sweating profusely by this time, looking like a drowned rat.

Sweat dripped down her face, but she didn't dare to move and wipe it away. She could only let it trail down her face.

The trolley finally left the No.3 Mansion and then turned to the garbage gathering area at the back.

On the second floor, a staff member was sweating profusely and whispered to Quincy, who was seated on a sofa, "Miss Wanda… is gone."