On the other end of the phone, Dulcie was overjoyed, her voice trembling with excitement.
"Young Master Howard?"
Odelia looked at the ring on the table and suddenly remembered that this ring was the same one she had seen in a photo of Young Master Howard at a socialite gathering. It was the heirloom diamond ring of the Howard Family.
Connecting the dots with what happened at the hospital yesterday, Odelia instantly understood. Ofelia had saved Daniel Howard and taken him to the hospital! And because Ofelia had given her name at the hospital, Daniel thought it was Odelia who had saved him.
She had accidentally become the 'savior' of the Young Master Howard of the Fortune's City! This was even more thrilling than winning the lottery.
"Mom, I have something to take care of right now. I'll talk to you later."
Suppressing her overwhelming joy, Odelia discreetly pocketed the ring from the table while Ofelia wasn't looking. She then walked up to Ofelia with a self-righteous air and said, "If you mess up again, you can prepare to bury your foster parents."
With that, she stormed out angrily.
Ofelia had come home early in the morning, intending to get some sleep, but she had overslept. She had no time to argue with Odelia now. She grabbed a mask to cover her face and rushed to the hospital to find that man. The ten million-dollars reward. That was something she had risked her life for.
But heaven knows, when she went to the hospital to check, the nurse told her that the man had woken up in the middle of the night and left without a trace.
He didn't even leave any contact information.
"Liar! Jerk!"
Ofelia exploded on the spot, stomping her feet in anger. "That five thousand bucks was my two months' living expenses!"
As expected, a man's words are nothing but lies.
Not only did she lose five thousand dollars, but she also got fined over a hundred dollars by the delivery platform for losing an order.
She was already working part-time as a delivery driver, and now her two days' earnings from deliveries were all gone to the platform.
Ofelia's heart bled. The world was harsh, and she was still too naive.
In the following days, she worked even harder, taking on extra shifts and delivering food part-time, while also bringing meals to her adoptive parents in the hospital.
At Twilight Club…
Dressed in her security uniform, Ofelia sat in the surveillance room with her colleagues from the security team, venting her frustrations. "If I hadn't saved that ungrateful jerk, I wouldn't be eating only two meals a day this week. I've lost weight from hunger."
After the car accident, her father remained in a coma, and her mother stayed by his side in the hospital every day.
Although Odelia's parents covered the medical expenses, Ofelia still had important daily expenses.
She had given her last five thousand dollars to that jerk for his surgery, leaving her struggling to make ends meet.
"Ofelia, from what you've told us, you don't even know his name or what he looks like?"
"Do you remember what he looked like?" Drake asked.
Ofelia shook her head. "I remember his face, but he was unconscious at the time. How would I know his name... Wait, wait, wait... Do you see that?"
Suddenly, Ofelia pointed at someone on the surveillance video. "That's him! That's the guy!"
She slammed her hand on the table in anger. "You bastard, I finally found you." She stood up and started heading out.
"Ofelia, wait."
Drake grabbed Ofelia's wrist, pointing incredulously at the person on the screen. "Are you sure it's him?"
"I'd recognize that scumbag even if he turned to ashes."
Ofelia tried to walk away, but Drake quickly stood in her path. "Ofelia, calm down. His name is Daniel Howard, the heir to the Howard Family, one of the four major families in Fortune's City. He's known to be ruthless and cold-blooded... a man with blood on his hands."
"Daniel Howard?"
Ofelia took a sharp breath. Daniel Howard... of course she knew that name. Her workplace was the place in Fortune's City for the rich to blow their cash. You couldn't work there without hearing about the Howard family.
"He's a powerful man. If he wanted to thank you, he would have already. Since he hasn't, it's clear he doesn't plan to. Ofelia, your life is worth more than that. It's just five thousand. Think of it as money well lost."
"I..."
Ofelia was momentarily speechless, realizing that Drake made a lot of sense.
But still, she couldn't let it go.
After leaving the surveillance room and asking around, Ofelia finally learned that Daniel was in private room 908.
Fiona decided to wait for him. It wasn't until 1 AM. that she saw Daniel, dressed in a black shirt, exit the room and head towards the elevator.
She quickly followed him in.
The Twilight Club had eight floors of bars below and hotel suites above.
In the elevator, Ofelia glanced sideways at Daniel, who was half a head taller than her. He reeked of alcohol, and his strikingly handsome face was flushed unnaturally. His long fingers occasionally tugged at his collar, showing signs of post-drinking discomfort.
"Which floor are you going to?" Daniel's cold voice suddenly broke the silence.
Ofelia glanced at the illuminated number on the panel and replied, "38th floor."
Daniel said nothing more.
Ding—
The elevator doors opened on the 38th floor.
Daniel stepped out, and Ofelia followed closely behind.
But after only a few steps, Daniel suddenly stopped. Ofelia, caught off guard, bumped right into his back. "Oh, I'm sor—"
Before she could finish her apology, Daniel spun around and grabbed her neck with his large hand. His voice was icy as he demanded, "Who are you, really?"
"It hurts..." Ofelia gasped.
Ofelia struggled to breathe, her brain deprived of oxygen as she desperately slapped at Daniel's hand. "Let me go... I can't breathe..."
Hearing her plea, Daniel frowned slightly and yanked off the security cap she was wearing. "You're a woman?"
Ofelia had been working at the club, disguising herself with a male voice and makeup to avoid unwanted attention. Only the manager and a few security members knew her true identity. "Yes, yes," she gasped.
"Who sent you?" Daniel demanded.
"I... I just wanted to..."
Before Ofelia could finish her sentence, Daniel interrupted her. "Wanted to be my woman?"
He had noticed the suspicious behavior of the small security guard earlier and knew that his drink had been tampered with. It was clear to him—another woman trying to drug him and climb into his bed. Ofelia was on the verge of passing out from his grip.
This bastard! Repaying kindness with cruelty!
She tried to curse him, "To be your..." but before any curse could escape her lips, Daniel released her neck.
Her body went limp, and she collapsed to the ground, supporting herself with her hands as she gasped for air, coughing uncontrollably.
It was then that she realized the entire 38th floor was private residences.
The room was decorated in a luxurious, high-end style with cool tones of silver and gray, exuding an air of sophistication.
It seemed that Daniel had already noticed something was off about her.