Chapter 230 He Is Gone

A black Bentley screeched to a halt at the corner and stopped at the entrance of the hotel owned by the Stewards. Christian, reeking of alcohol, pushed open the car door. Several bodyguards poured out of the car behind and followed close on his heels, exuding a menacing aura. He ignored the doorman at the entrance and strode straight through the lobby toward the front desk. Tristan recognized him at a glance. What was Annie's husband doing here? He hurried out of his office to greet Christian, a professional smile plastered on his face. When he saw the grim-looking bodyguards behind Christian, however, his heart skipped a beat. Was Christian here to pick a fight, or to save someone? "How may I help you?" Christian's gaze slid past Tristan to the elevators in the lobby and spoke in a cold and deep voice. "Where is Sean?" Tristan's heart lurched, and his smile almost slipped. Annie had just ordered someone to lock Sean up, and now Christian showed up with intimidating bodyguards.