Night of Destiny (Anastasia Tillman)

Chapter 1418

Chapter 1418

Queenie stepped out of the elevator and headed straight for the lobby. As soon as she entered, she saw Leslie sitting on one of the

couches, and when he spotted her, he smirked darkly.

The moment she was five steps away from him, he turned to the two security guards beside him and said, “She's the one who lied

and took the hotel card this morning. Please apprehend her.”

Queenie’s expression darkened. She never thought that it was just Leslie's trap for her. Immediately, she turned around and ran

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toward the elevator.

“Stop right there!” the security guards called out to her.

Queenie frantically entered one of the elevators. When she saw the multipurpose hall sign beside the button for the eighth floor,

she pressed it right away. Once the elevator arrived on the eighth floor, she dashed out in a panic and looked around. When she

saw a sign for the washroom, she rushed over without remembering to check whether it was the men’s or women’s washroom.

She fled into one of the washrooms hoping to hide in a stall. Meanwhile, a man who had just finished using the urinal and had not

managed to zip his pants back up yet was suddenly confronted by a woman who barged into the washroom. They stared at each

other for a few seconds before he instinctively covered himself and growled, “What are you doing? This is the men’s washroom.”

Queenie was freaking out. Why is it him again? It’s the guy whose forehead | banged into this morning, right? And... | think... I...

maybe... might've... seen something | shouldn't have.

“Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry! So sorry... It was an accident!”

Queenie covered her face and rushed out before heading to the women’s washroom instead.

Behind her, the man cursed, “That d*mn woman.”

The hotel's surveillance cameras were not just there for show, and as a hotel with one of the top security systems, they were not

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about to let a criminal escape.

The security guards quickly cup to the eighth floor and one of the hotel attendants stopped outside the women’s washroom.

“Miss Queenie Silverstein, please cooperate with us.”

Queenie, who had been hiding inside one of the stalls, sighed. She cout of the stall with a gloomy expression and exited the

washroom. The security guards instantly grabbed her arms and pushed her toward the elevators.

Along the way, they ran into several hotel guests. This was the first tQueenie had ever experienced being treated like this, and

she turned red.