Chapter 394
Ethan Roscente leaned back on the leather sofa, his long fingers tapping the armrest rhythmically.
Finn Deross hugged his laptop while searching for information, the blue screen light reflecting on his face.
"Comic Convention is basically a costume play event. There's one happening in the capital today." Finn adjusted his glasses.
Ethan's eyes flickered. "Find out what Vivian Laurent has been up to lately."
"Again?" Finn pouted.
Ethan shot him a sharp glare. "Remember who pays your rent."
With a resigned sigh, Finn picked up his phone and dialed Vivian's number.
"Master!" Finn instantly switched to pitiful mode. "I'm starving out here..."
Vivian's voice came through the receiver. "Just hold on for two more days."
"Is your friend still around?"
"She's returning to Eudora tomorrow. I'm going with her for a week."
Finn deliberately raised his voice. "You're going to Eudora?"
Ethan immediately leaned closer to the phone, his brows furrowing.
After hanging up, Finn spread his hands. "Heard that? My master's going to Eudora."
Ethan was already grabbing his jacket and heading out.
Two hours later.
A private jet stood on the tarmac as Ethan studied the flight details, a faint smirk playing on his lips.
Meanwhile, at Vivian's apartment.
"He's gone." Vivian drew the curtains shut.
Emily Garnache and Fiona Grandelle emerged from the basement.
"I'll take you to the airport tomorrow," Vivian said.
The next afternoon.
Outside a Michelin-starred restaurant, Sophia Evans lurked across the street.
Her gaze burned into the heavily cloaked figure entering the establishment.
"Who is that..." Sophia muttered under her breath.
She hurried after them but was stopped by a waiter.
"The private dining rooms are fully booked."
Sophia pointed ahead. "Then how did they get in?"
The waiter smiled politely. "Miss Laurent is our diamond member."
"I'm a celebrity too!" Sophia yanked off her mask.
The waiter remained courteous. "Apologies, but we're truly at capacity."
Sophia clenched her fists, her nails digging deep into her palms.