Chapter 132: Chapter 132

Chapter 132 I’m Here To Collect His Body In the Crown Club, a dark red Ferrari stopped in front of the club’s entrance. At this time, the manager was already waiting at the entrance. When he saw the car pull over, he quickly walked over to open the car for Carson. “Mr. Scott, you’re finally here.” Carson tossed his car key to the manager, and stepped out of the car with an annoyed look. Today was supposed to be a nice, peaceful evening for him, until the manager gave him a call. If he had known that the woman who took the documents was surprisingly beautiful, she looked submissive and obedient, but she was actually quite flamboyant. That woman’s image flashed through Carson’s mind. After a brief pause, he walked towards the Crown Club building. Seeing that Carson didn’t stay a word more, the manager took a deep breath, handed the car key to the valet, and followed Carson. “Mr. Scott, we’ve already called Miss Bennet, but she said she was busy. Our only choice was to call you again,” the manager explained. Carson stopped abruptly to ask, “What did you just say?” The manager almost ran into him, but quickly managed to stop as well. Confused by the question, he asked, “Huh?” “You just said that you called Rachel. What did she say?” Carson’s eyes lit up as if he had heard something interesting. The manager thought he had said something bad, and it made him feel nervous. He quickly recalled what he said moments ago, realizing that he didn’t say anything wrong. Under Carson’s gaze, he answered with uncertainty, “Miss Bennet said that she was busy.” Carson chuckled. “Did she just give up such a wonderful opportunity?” “Mr. Scott, what do you mean?” “Nothing.” Carson put one hand in his pocket and said, “Let’s go. Didn’t you say that Victor passed out?” The manager was at a loss for words. “All I said was that Mr. Sullivan wasn’t feeling well, and that we heard a thud.” He wanted to correct Carson, but he decided against it when he remembered that Victor hadn’t come out of the room for over two hours. And judging by the sound of that bump, Victor might’ve actually passed out. Thus, the manager overtook Carson, and led the way. But as soon as they entered the club, a Maybach slowly pulled over at the entrance. When Carson turned around, he caught a glimpse of the Maybach’s license plate number. Seconds later, someone got out from the backseat. At the same time, the manager noticed the sound coming from behind him, causing him to turn around as well. He was stunned when he saw who came out of the car. “Dwayne?” Carson raised an eyebrow at the man walking towards them. “Mr. Scott.” Dwayne sounded terrified. “Didn’t you tell me that he was too busy to come here?” Carson asked Dwayne while he was staring at the woman walking towards them. The manager was surprised to see her as well. The waiter did tell me that Miss Bennet said she was busy. So why is she here now?” he thought “Mr. Scott,” Rachel greeted. She was surprised to see Carson. She thought that the waiter called her earlier because Carson was too busy to help out. “Miss Bennet, I didn’t expect to see you again so soon.” Rachel was not pleased to see him here. “With Carson here, it’s less likely for Victor to agree to let me go out,” she thought. “I’d rather go home and go back to sleep than waste my time here if time was the thing I had as well. Besides, I hadn’t had dinner yet! Such a waste of time. With that in mind, she said, “Hi, Mr. Scott. I’ve already told the waiter that I’m not feeling well, and that he’s about to get in here to collect his body. But since you’re already here, I suppose I no longer needed.” Carson fell silent. Did she say she’s going to collect Victor’s corpse? He turned to the manager, who was currently looking at the waiter. Carson could almost blurted out, “Mr. Dwayne, you’ve said that Mr. Sullivan was about to die.” Beads of sweat formed on Mr. Dwayne the way I see that Rachel. The waiter’s face turned pale, and almost blurted out, “Mr. Scott, what is going on?”. Carson coughed to stifle his laughter on the manager’s forehead. “What the hell is going on?”. The manager looked at the waiter, seeing that Rachel was about to leave, he asked, “Where are you going?” “Home. I want to go back to sleep.” After a pause, she added, “I’m pregnant, so I’m always drowsy. I’m seeing far few people, you know. Besides, there are too many people here in the club. It’s not safe for me.” The manager was at loss for words, but they do sound weird; he thought to himself. Rachel smiled at him before turning around. When she turned around, she looked back at the Maybach. Suddenly, Carson felt that he had been set up somehow. Obviously, he wasn’t happy about it. Usually, he was the one did it to other people. Nobody had ever successfully set him up. “I’ve already made an exception because of her. I’m not going to do it twice.” Upon seeing her open the door, Carson strode forward. He pressed the door, closing the door again. Rachel frowned as she lowered her head. The hair on her forehead covered her eyes. “Anything else I can help with, Mr. Scott?” she asked, looking into his eyes. Carson looked back at her. Her eyes were lifeless windows, displaying no emotion. It almost felt like he was bullying an innocent little girl. “Actually, I suddenly remembered that I have something important to do right now.” Carson withdrew his hand and scratched his nose. “I can’t help Victor.” Rachel fell silent. “Since you’re already here, can’t you just take him home? Don’t worry, the manager’s here to guarantee your safety. He’ll definitely—” Before the end of Carson’s sentence, he glanced at her briefly and continued, “Not let anything happen to you and your baby.” Rachel gritted her teeth as she looked at him. “Please don’t make up an excuse!” Seeing the anger on her face put Carson in a good mood. He beckoned the manager to approach and said, “As you can see, Miss Bennet is here.” Upon hearing him say that, Rachel turned to the manager, feeling that he looked kind of familiar. The manager recognized Rachel. The last time he saw her, she hit Trevor with a bottle. He was right there when it happened. “Yes, I know who she is,” the manager said as he nodded repeatedly. “Good. Take her to Mr. Sullivan. She’s pregnant right now, so make sure she doesn’t get hurt. Otherwise, you know what will happen to you.” The manager nodded again; firmly this time. Afterwards, Carson stretched out his arms and said, “Anyway, Miss Bennet, I have to get going. Thanks for taking care of Victor.” He leaned closer to Rachel, and said, “You should at least let your baby take one last look at his father, right?” The corners of Rachel’s mouth twitched as she tried to resist the urge to kick Carson’s gonads. Carson was in a chipper mood. He took back his car key from the valet, held the door of his Ferrari, jumped into the driver’s seat, and drove away without looking back. Meanwhile, the manager stood frozen for a while. Seeing that Rachel wasn’t moving, he said, “Miss Bennet…” “Just lead the way,” Rachel said after taking a deep breath.