Chapter 850

The Salvador Hotel was hosting the cocktail party at 7:00 p.m. Right after the business conference, the bigwigs and elites of Savrow’s business scene hurried to the hotel to join in on the festivities. Bella sped through the streets in her black Bugatti, with Arnold in the passenger seat. He clung to the car door tightly with his gaze fixed ahead, too afraid to utter a single word during the journey. He feared that if he opened his mouth, his last meal would come out of it. As they arrived at the hotel, Bella expertly maneuvered her car into a parking spot, smoothly drifting into place. “Get out,” Bella instructed as she unbuckled her seatbelt. But Arnold remained motionless, his face pale as a sheet of paper. Bella blinked her almond-shaped eyes and waved her hand in front of him. “Hey, what’s wrong? Are you scared?” “I... Feel like... I’m going to... Throw up.” Arnold managed to stammer out those words. His face turned purple, and his body felt strange. “Oh!” Bella exclaime