Chapter 472 Looking For Someone (1)

Angie was confused. She looked to where the man pointed.

The two men had already calmed down. Although the atmosphere was still somewhat tense, it was not as good as what she was just now.

She asked, "What's wrong?"

Her facial expression was good. But she didn't understand what the man meant.

The man raised his hand and adjusted his glasses. Then he said calmly, "Both sides won't leave here in a short period of time. As long as you come here, we can wait for you at any time."

Although astonished, Angie still calmly smiled and said, "Thank you."

The man in glasses touched his nose and seemed embarrassed to accept the words "thank you" from her. After all, the person who was willing to help her was not him.

When the woman came up, he was about to deal with her, but was stopped by a text message. He was commanded to send her away safely.

He wouldn't have spoken to her in such a friendly way and been biased in her favor if he hadn't been threatened by that man.

"Go to find your friend. I should go now."

Angie stood still and watched the back of that person leaving. She pursed her lips and moved a little melancholy to look at the back of that person.

She didn't feel any danger at the moment, but her intuition told her that something bad was waiting for her not far away.

The man who saved her just now must be in a high position there.

The man with gold rimmed glasses walked over, stood in front of the man sitting in the middle, slightly bent down and whispered in his ear, "Everything has been handled."

Hearing that, the man who had been staring at each other with his eyes trembled slightly, and then nodded, "I see."

Involuntarily, he smiled more brightly. It was no longer a cunning trick, but an obvious wicked look.

The man sitting opposite to him raised his eyebrows. "Is there any good news?"

He looked up at the door of the elevator as he spoke. He heard what his footman said just now, but he didn't

sual clothes, the most eye-catching and looking very sober.

When she opened the door and came in, her eyes swept across the people who dressed like rich young men and directly fell on him.

The woman standing not far from the door, with heavy makeup, must have drunk a lot. Her eyes were hazed, and she turned her head with a smile. "Who called room service?"

Not many people paid attention to her. Only languid laugh responded her.

The woman also smiled and turned around. She looked at Angie and said, "Maybe someone pressed the wrong button by accident. I'm really sorry..."

Angie was a little embarrassed.

But she decided to pretend that she didn't hear what the woman said. She took two steps forward and said, "I'm not a waiter. I'm here to look for someone."

As she spoke, she looked up at Tristan. The man who was fiddling with his phone happened to raise his head.

As their eyes met, the man looked rather indifferent.

All of a sudden, Angie felt a little bitter in her heart, which made her swallow her saliva with some sadness.

The woman who had talked to her before raised her eyebrows, as if she didn't believe what she had heard. But she still asked politely according to her profession, "I don't know who you are looking for here?"

Or, who could she be familiar with?