Chapter 1 The Mysterious Woman of the Cook's

It was summer. The night encompassed the city gradually.

SenWell International Hotel in South City was a distinctive landmark building, which was a transparent glass building, where you can see the clouds from afar. The hotel was located in the central business district in South City. And the people who came to the hotel were celebrities in South City.

On the 13th floor of the hotel building, SenWell's biennial wine tasting took place.

This time, famous vineyards from the UK and Italy were also participating in the event, hoping to showcase the strengths of their respective wineries, and ultimately to secure a partnership with SenWell Hotel. By supplying the top SenWell Hotel with a wide range of expensive wines, they could gain mutual benefits and also implement the promotion of their respective brands.

Sherry Ella sat on a high chair in the lobby, who was wearing a black backless dress and a pair of nude stilettos with a ten-centimeter heel.

She cupped the rim of the glass with her white fingers, wobbling it slightly. The red wine then hit the wall of the glass. Her eyes were gorgeous. She was gazing at the red wine in her hand.

The black backless dress outlined her exquisite slender body; her soft long hair was casually made into a bun in the back of the head. Her face was gorgeous and extremely seductive. It would be hard to find another woman in the entire South City who was as gorgeous and flamboyant as her!

But Sherry didn't know that everyone in the room was watching her from time to time.

Men looked at her possessively like a hungry wolf, while women looked at her with jealousy, envy, and contempt.

Taking a sip of red wine, Sherry lost her appetite.

She took the shiny diamond handbag from the round table, got up, and headed for the bathroom in the gallery of the hotel.

"She is the sluttiest woman in South City. Shameless bitch!"

"Keep it down!"

"Am I wrong? Sherry Ella wants to have an affair with all the rich men in South City. She's a shameless bitch!"

"Well, she has a pretty face. All the men in the world would love to get under her skirt right away when they see her!"

Two women in gorgeous gowns entered the bathroom together, who were angry as they touched up their foundation in the mirror.

Sherry was sitting on the toilet seat in the bathroom stall. It looked like she didn't care about them.

Suddenly, the cellphone in her bag vibrated violently.

Running a thin index finger across the cellphone screen, she raised her thin eyebrows, "Mr. Green, why do you ask me to go to Scenery Garden this late?"

"Miss Ella, I've heard you're interested in that land at Prosperity Plaza. Is that true?"

Sherry's beautiful eyes darkened a bit as the person on the phone said, "Mr. Green, it'll take a few minutes to arrive. I'm on my way!"

"Don't hurry. I'll send someone to pick you up!"

"Mr. Green, thank you. But I have a car!"

The sound of Sherry answering the phone came from the cubicle, and the two women standing by the sink immediately froze.

"She's...in there?"

"Wouldn't what we just said..."

"Move, move, move!" They whispered conversations in their mouths, not daring to speak any louder. They hurriedly pushed open the bathroom door and fled out.

...

A black Bentley sedan was turning quickly around the corner on the wide street of South City, heading toward Flower Avenue ahead.

"Mr. Cook, that looks like Missy's car!" Jim Morrison, sitting in the driver's seat, glanced inadvertently at the open-air parking lot outside the SenWell Hotel.

A white Polo was quietly parked in the parking lot at the moment, which was very inconspicuous.

The only thing that was immediately recognizable and completely inconsistent with the Polo's price was the car's license plate number...QS8888. People in South City with a bit of status would know that this license plate number had once fetched a rare and high price of 2 million yuan in South City.

In the back seat of the Bentley sat two handsome and tall men.

"What Missy? "Armand King raised his handsome eyebrows.

"It's a secret." The indifferent man next to him replied softly as he scanned the white Polo indifferently, "A mysterious woman of the Cook's."