Sweet Love Contract

Chapter 10 Escape

Hearing the trembling voice of the cleaner, Wanda felt a little sad.

She was very clear that the money she gave her was far from enough to take the risk. The reason why

the aunt was willing to help her was more or less because she thought of her daughter.

However, the current situation really didn't allow her to spend any more time sad. Taking a deep breath,

Wanda quickly forced a confident smile to the cleaner in front of her and said, "don't worry. Auntie, you

are a good person. I won't betray you no matter what. "

At the end of her words, she couldn't wait to raise her hand and swear.

The cleaner could only sigh heavily. "Hurry up and go in. Any more delay and others would see you."

Wanda's eyes suddenly lit up, and she felt that she was too excited to control her own tongue. She

could only shiver and say again and again, "Okay, okay! Thank you. Thank you so much! "

The cleaner didn't want to reply. She just cautiously pulled up the thick mask and waved at Wanda,

indicating her to move faster.

Wanda didn't dare to delay any longer. She hid herself in the cloth basket of the cleaning trolley,

lowered her head and tightened her limbs, so that the space she occupied could be narrowed and no

one outside could tell any difference.

"Are you done?" The cleaner asked in a trembling voice.

"Okay, no problem." Wanda also lowered her voice, clenching her fists, as if she was cheering herself

up in her heart.

The cleaning trolley staggered out of the bathroom on the second floor. When the foreman received the

notice from the private room, he was now shouting anxiously, "Wanda! Wanda! Who saw her? "

Wanda could clearly feel that the cleaner's hand that was pushing the trolley trembled slightly.

Obviously, she guessed that the person hiding in the trolley was the one called by foreman currently.

For a moment, Wanda clenched her fists more tightly. Her round nails at the edge of her ten fingers

deeply pinched into her young palm, and a row of blood red marks were directly pinched out. It was a

little shocking. However, she didn't feel any pain at all and just clenched her fists tightly.

After all, it had been delayed for too long. The cleaner had thought that she was just a waitress who

wanted to escape from this place. Now if she found out that she was such a hot potato, she didn't know

whether the cleaner was willing to continue to help her or not.

Knowing that she was still in No.3 Mansion. It would be easy for her to go back on her word.

Every time Wanda thought of this, she felt cold sweat on her back. When she felt that the trolley was

moving slower and slower, she was even more shocked, but there was nothing she could do. She

could only pray in her heart, not even dare to move her hands and feet.

Fortunately, the cleaner's action was only slow for a few seconds, and soon she returned to normal

speed. She pushed the cart and was about to enter the elevator.

Wanda sensitively sensed that the smell of the makeup on the foreman's body had drifted all the way,

and the clattering sound of high-heeled shoes had gone. Only then did she feel a little relieved.

She was about to escape from the second floor.

However, this kind of relaxation did not last long. Soon she heard the elevator door open in front of her,

followed by a respectful strange voice. "Mr. Qin, is it still the room you designated?"

When she heard the word "Mr. Qin", Wanda felt that her blood was almost frozen.

It was Quincy!

God damn it! How could it be such a coincidence? She just entered the elevator and met the person

who should not appear at this moment!

"Okay." The man's voice was magnetic and cold, like the sound of the piano's subwoofer, and the

response was brief enough and to the point.

Although Wanda, who was hiding in the cleaning trolley, couldn't see Quincy's face at the moment, the

moment she heard his voice, Quincy's deep and frightening eyes appeared in her mind, as if he could

see through all the tricks, making her flustered.

Now that things had come to this, it was better that Quincy would have a good time, get drunk and

wouldn't be informed of her escape until the second day, which would buy her more time. Although she

was praying in her heart, she still felt her scalp tingling and her breath was unstable, as if something

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"Hello, boss." The cleaner also said in fear, and her hand holding the trolley began to tremble.

"Okay." Of course, Quincy didn't take a cleaner seriously. He just responded casually, but his eyes

paused slightly after he saw the cleaning trolley in front of him.

At this moment, Wanda, who was hiding in the trolley, suddenly felt goose bumps all over her body, as

if Quincy's eyes outside were so sharp that they could pierce through anything.

No, no, how could he find her so soon? It was just a routine. How could he pay so much attention to

her?

Wanda didn't know how long it had passed before she suddenly felt a little more relaxed, as if Quincy's

gaze from the outside had finally shifted to somewhere else.

Before she could adjust her mood, she heard the pleasant voice again, but said something that made

her desperate, "the girl I put here before let her come here."

The man with the respectful male voice didn't seem to find anything unusual. Apparently, he didn't

know the reason why Wanda disappeared. Now he just agreed easily, "well, Miss Lin? Okay, I'll inform

the foreman right away."

At this moment, the cleaner pushed the cleaning trolley into the elevator on the other side, separating

the man's oppressive aura.

And Wanda, hiding in the cleaning trolley, was already sweating profusely, like a drowned rat.

Sweat ran down her face, but she didn't even have the courage to reach out and gently wipe it. She

could only let it spread on her face bit by bit, blocking most of her sight.

In such a tense atmosphere, the shopping cart finally staggered out of the gate of No.3 Mansion and

then turned to the garbage gathering area at the back.

At the same time, on the second floor, the subordinate was sweating heavily and whispered to Quincy,

who was sitting on the sofa, "Miss Lin is gone."