Chapter 13: The Black String Under the Pillow

Half an hour later, the car arrived at Duke Station·Throne, an upscale club.

With little effort, Baron Stuart easily negotiated an investment contract worth billions.

By the time he returned to Futuren Hotel, it was 5:30 PM. After taking a bath, he changed into a well-crafted, handmade suit that perfectly accentuated his noble demeanor.

There was a banquet hosted by the Walker Group that night. He initially didn't plan on attending, but somehow the Old Master caught wind of this and restricted his freedom. To regain his freedom, he had to attend tonight's banquet!

For the first time in 28 years, his grandfather was serious with him. If he wanted to resolve his doubts, it seemed he had no choice but to attend that wine party tonight.

Dressed and ready, Baron Stuart walked to the bedside. A black and gold-edged watch was placed on the bedside table, matching his noble and cold demeanor, shining brightly.

Wearing the watch, he glanced at the large bed that still carried remnants of his tryst. Instantly, a blushing, panting face flashed through his mind, and the madness of that night seemed to always unintentionally appear in his thoughts.

As he prepared to shake off the ordinary face in his mind and turn to leave, he noticed a black thread peeking out from under the pillow.

Baron Stuart furrowed his brow; he never left anything under his pillow.

What could it be?

Approaching the bedside, he picked up the black thread and discovered a delicate little stone attached to it.

It wasn't a stone, it seemed more like a rare shell stone.

What was this, and how did it end up on his bed?

Baron Stuart touched the small stone with puzzled brows. At first glance, it looked like a chicken... or a bird?

Such a uniquely shaped stone was rare and didn't appear to be man-made. It resembled a naturally formed object. Whose could it be?

This bed had only been used by him... who else could have left it?

Others?

Once again, Emily Walker's delicate face flashed through Baron Stuart's mind. Could this object belong to that woman?

Thinking of her charmingly bashful face, Baron Stuart tensed up and threw the shell stone into the bedside drawer, before striding out of the room.

However, as soon as he stepped out of the room, he hesitated, not quite understanding his behavior today.

In the past, anything belonging to others was considered trash. His room was an exception; you couldn't find anything other than his things inside.

And yet, at this moment, he had actually thrown that pendant into a drawer?

He must be going crazy, he thought to himself.

Though he inwardly mocked himself, Baron Stuart didn't go back to throw away the pendant and instead strode out of his designated room, arriving at the wine party hall on the 12th floor.

Just as the elevator reached Building 12 and he stepped out, his cell phone rang.

"Brother! Where are you now?" A sweet, playful voice came through the phone, full of childlike innocence.

"Just left the elevator, I'm about to go in." Baron Stuart thought that the Old Master had grown impatient and thus had Bella call to urge him.

But apparently, that was not the case.