Looking for Gretta

Hotel Grand Elty Branch City M

Imperial Ballroom

The atmosphere of a bourgeois party in a luxurious ballroom is lively with jazz music playing.

There you can see waiters going back and forth carrying glasses of drinks, not one but dozens with many guests being served.

Among the guests was a handsome young man, with his hair smooth because of the pomade he was wearing.

His eagle net looked around intently, standing in the corner of the room, not wanting to be exposed. Moreover, when a pair of flirtatious eyes started throwing disgusting signals at him, the culprit was of course a daughter from the jet set circles there.

Really, if it wasn't for wanting to prove his brother's words, he wouldn't have come to a boring event like this.

The only thing he was waiting for right now was the arrival of a beautiful woman with golden hair and blue eyeball that sparkled like the vast ocean out there.

I don't know if this is right or wrong. But, why do I feel bad? Gretta, I'm afraid to know something about you, the young man thought.

Every now and then he would send a sharp glare, when again there was a woman approaching him and luckily it worked, he didn't even realize he was already breathing, exasperated.

Pat!

"Mr Grisham, it's a fortune to meet you here. But, where is your brother?"

Ah!

The man who was deliberately hiding himself immediately turned around and found a middle-aged man greeting, and asking his brother in a clear curious-friendly tone.

It seemed, even if he was hiding it wouldn't be safe let alone avoid a question like this.

Brother, well…, he did replace his brother who was lying on the bed resting and at the same time proved his brother's words this afternoon.

Before answering, the young man tried to remember who the man in front of him was, then described a very faint smile as a friendly gesture.

"Good evening, Mr. Gandhi. My brother happened to have work that could not be postponed, so I had to take his place," said the young man lying shrewdly.

His gestures seemed so relaxed, that his lies would not be detected except by his own brother—Elfarebi Grisham, the heir to the throne of Grisham Corp is well-known in this city to foreign countries.

"I see! No wonder, because as far as I know you rarely attend events like this. But Mr. Grisha-

"Alrescha, you will confuse yourself when we are both in the same place if you call your surname, Mr. Gandi."

It seems impolite to interrupt an older person's speech. But surprisingly, instead of being angry, Mr. Gandi chuckled when he heard it.

"Ha-ha-ha…, Mr. Alrescha is indeed something, just like your late father."

"Hn."

Alrescha.

Yes, he is Alrescha who only mumbled when he heard the words of the late father. He came here with the clear purpose of replacing her brother and seeking information, which made him uneasy during the party.

"Well I'm going to the other guests. Oh yes! Don't forget to say hello to Elfa, I'm leave, Mr. Alrescha."

"Hn, I'll tell him for you," said Alrescha, nodding.

After that, Alrescha returned to being a porcelain statue, watching the event with his eyes moving to every corner of the room. He was still looking for the family thathis brother called and hoped to be in the row of seats there.

But alas, no matter how many times he walks through the chairs there, nothingness is what he receives.

Gretta, where are you really? until I only left one that I couldn't get through when I found out some of the family names I got, Alrescha thought glumly.

Meanwhile, at the entrance there were five women walking with their heads held high, none of them looking down and only arrogant faces, and a smile that looked once controlled.

Four of these five beauties circled around a woman who still looked strong in her old age, but her gaze is still able to make people shy.

Another person greeted the woman's arrival, called their names loudly and this made Alrescha who heard it suddenly turn around.

"Mrs. Grinson, good night!"

Sreet!

Grinson?

Alrescha didn't notice his expression changing when he heard the surname, his ears straightened up instantly and his feet could not be prevented from stepping closer.

Yes, he would certainly have arrived before the family, had he not bumped into a servant's shoulder and woke him from his reckless act.

The Grinsons were brought to a seat not far from where Alrescha was standing and no one knew he was secretly grateful, because at least he could overhear without the family themselves finding out.

However, until the five of them sat down, he was confused by the absence of the woman he was looking for.

Where's she? Where? It's impossible if you're not part of them either. Damn! It's the only family I haven't got any information about, he thought nervously.

Even the conversation at the family table did not satisfy him. Except business and business, then no more talking. Yes, as if the only business that exists in family life is being stalked.

Strange family, I'm so grateful and hope you're not a part of them. The Gretta I know is too good to be related to a family like them, Alrescha thought.

He was just about to leave where he was standing. However, a whisper from the two young women at the table made him pause. He even followed his instincts, following in their footsteps silently and stealthily.

He saw the two of them stop and exit the ballroom to the balcony, with a man also standing there.

What do they want?

The distance between the three people on the balcony made it impossible to hear clearly what was being said.

Actually what are they talking about, why are their expressions like that and I suspect there is something I should know from them.

Alrescha was nervous, he wanted to know what was being said, so she tried as much as possible to find a distance that would allow him to hear but still be safe.

Tsk, isn't there a big tree pot or anything that can hide my body, he grumbled.

Not giving up on the situation where the location is not strategic, Alrescha decided to turn around and get out of the ballroom, to another balcony that has a large pillar bulkhead.

He stood there huddled in the corner and breathed a sigh of relief that the conversation wasn't over.

Thankfully, I can still eavesdrop.

He put his ear again, sharpening his hearing so that the whispering conversation that grew into more intonation could be heard by him.

However, why did their conversation feel strange inside, why did they say it was impossible and denied with a problem. Then, who is meant by him and the accident?

Who, who-

"The old granny said if she had an accident, Gretta had an accident after coming home from our apartment and asked for the family to break up because of a fight with Grandma. And more shocking news for the heir will be determined after this."

Thump!

It's Impossible!?