A Spoonful of Sugar: Don’t Beg for Love

Chapter 652

Despite successfully gaining entry into the bar, the security measures at the entrance were stringent,

and the atmosphere inside was far from relaxed.

Hestia was aware that in order to obtain any valuable and dependable information, she needed to

network and make some connections in the bar. These information brokers were always on guard, and

if she was not careful, they would feign ignorance and decline to engage in business with her.

"Are you here to look for something, Ms. Deschamps? Why don't you ask me instead?" Nathaniel's

voice rang out beside her ears.

Hestia scoffed. "Do you really not know why I am here, Mr. Tucker? I thought you were well aware of

my situation."

"I have no idea what made you think so, Ms. Deschamps," Nathaniel said as he reached out to tuck

Hestia's hair behind her ears. "I'm not monitoring you."

Hestia instinctively felt averse to the sudden intimate gesture. It was not because of her own volition,

but because deep within her being, she was against such an action from him.

"If you can't provide me with any valuable information, then get out of my way, Mr. Tucker," Hestia said

straightly before turning around and looking at Nathaniel nonchalantly. "It seems to me that you don't

possess any valuable information, so our collaboration for today concludes here. If you persist in

bothering me, things won't end well for you." Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

It was true that Nathaniel did not have any information about "Mr. Sulzbach." After all, the scope was

too broad, and it was very apparent that Hestia did not trust him at all.

He nodded helplessly. "If you need any help, you can always come to me."

"Now I need you to stay away from me."

"You're pretty heartless." Nathaniel sighed, looking pitiful as he lowered his eyes. "Then I'll go now. See

you next time, Ms. Deschamps."

After Nathaniel left, Hestia heaved out a sigh of relief.

This was something related to her father and the Sulzbachs, so she would not use such things to test

the loyalty of a "partner" whom she had just met not long ago. Once Nathaniel was gone, she began to

investigate the matters with peace of mind.

She glanced across the bar and could tell that the owner must've spent a lot of money on the

decoration. She sat at the bar and ordered a drink with low alcohol content, waiting for someone to

strike up a conversation with her.

Behind her, two bartenders pointed at her.

"Is it her? She looks exactly like the photo."

"Is it real... Do we have such good luck?"

"Let's give it a try. She looks weak..."

Hestia felt a sudden chill down her spine, but the bar was too noisy. She turned her head skeptically,

but she did not see anyone particularly suspicious.

"Hello, Miss," a bartender suddenly approached Hestia. She looked up as the bartender placed a drink

in front of her. "This is from a table of customers. Would you like to try it?"

Following the bartender's finger, Hestia saw a group of young people sitting together in the corner. She

could not tell who the bartender was referring to, but they did not look like information brokers, so she

shook her head.

"Please help me decline. Thank you," Hestia said.

The bartender replied, "Our bar's drinks are only given to those who are destined. You can choose not

to drink, but you can't refuse."