Chapter 332
Davina didn’t waste a second. She grabbed her coat, called for a car, and headed straight to the hotel.
Everyone working around Saddlebrook Estates was on Barnard’s side. News like this couldn’t be kept secret for long. Of course Barnard heard that Davina was coming.
When she got out of the car, she ran right into Barnard standing in the hotel lobby. Davina had arrived in full confrontation mode, ready to catch him red-handed. But the second she saw Barnard, she froze for a split second. Quickly, she pulled herself together and fired off, “Barnard, who were you just with p>
He looked annoyed. “With whom? Davina, what are you even doing here p>
She ignored him, her anger burning hot. She had the room number the private investigator had just sent. No way was she wasting time on Barnard’s excuses. She stomped right into the elevator.
It dinged on the twenty-first floor and Barnard followed at his usual steady pace, not rushing at all. “Davina, what is going on? Why are you so worked up p>
Davina marched straight to the door of room 2103. The door was wide open. She peeked in and spotted a woman in a cleaning uniform kneeling on the bed, straightening the sheets.
Davina lunged, grabbed the woman by the collar and blurted out, “What is all this? What were you two doing in here p>
Barnard looked completely thrown off, his face stiffening.
The cleaner pulled Davina’s hand off. “Ma’am, I really don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m just here to clean. Please don’t make trouble p>
Davina’s voice was sharp. “Clean what? Drop the act. Barnard, what are you two hiding in here? Didn’t you tell me you were going to The Carter Estate? Why are you at this hotel? Are you cheating on me p>
She was being as direct as possible. That’s when it clicked for Barnard why Davina was so furious. The whole situation started to feel ridiculous to him. The cleaner was even more annoyed, glaring at Davina, “Do you hear yourself? I’m just the cleaner. Before you start with accusations, maybe think about the age difference here. I could be his mom. Isn’t that just a bit ridiculous p>
Davina shot back, “I’m not even forty yet, and that’s my husband. So, answer me: why are you here? What’s going on between you and my husband?” She didn’t let up for a second.
When the cleaner realized Davina and Barnard were actually married, her expression got kind of weird. Then she turned to Barnard. “Sir, maybe get your wife checked out if she isn’t feeling well. My son is a psychiatrist, and he’s mentioned things like this before. I think it’s called delusional disorder. Really, you should get it treated p>
Honestly, what else could it sound like? She was just doing her job, wearing the regular hotel uniform, not even close to Barnard’s age. The situation was so far-fetched it was almost funny.
Barnard could barely handle the embarrassment. He grabbed Davina’s wrist, voice much firmer now. “That’s enough, Davina. We are leaving. Now p>
Davina wasn’t about to back down. “Barnard, who were you meeting so late? If it’s not her, it must be someone else. Where are you hiding them p>
Her voice went high and wavering, almost hysterical.
The cleaner, fed up, just stood there and watched the drama unfold.
Barnard had had enough public humiliation for one night. He simply picked Davina up, threw her over his shoulder, and marched out of the room.
With them gone, the room was finally quiet again.
The cleaner finished tidying up the bed, gave a gentle knock at the next door, then let herself inside.
In the suite next door, Camilla was sitting with Carol. Twilight House was a property owned by the Black family. Before coming, Camilla had contacted Carol for help, and Carol had come to meet her in person.
Carol explained that Lean had been staying here for a while, basically since he’d been brought over from Novaria. Now that Davina’s outburst had tipped off Barnard, Lean was already on his way out in a car.
The private investigator was following them, so Camilla could track Lean down whenever she wanted. But right now, there was something even more urgent.
The cleaner handed Camilla a few strands of hair sealed inside a clear plastic bag. Carol pulled out a thick wad of cash from her purse and pressed it into the cleaner’s hand. “Wilma, I’m sorry you had to put up with all of this tonight. This is just a bonus for your trouble, please take it p>
Wilma nodded, took the money silently, and left without another word.
Camilla looked at the bag of hair, grateful. “Carol, thank you for everything tonight. If you ever need anything from me, just ask p>