"Whimper... My little Mosquito..." Ella Lacey's face was a picture of despair.
"Ella, believe me, even if I have to travel the world, I will find our darling Cherline!"
Arthur Lindsey gave her the most solid support, enveloping her in his arms, his devilish eyes shining brightly.
Musing darkly about something...
When the sky had completely darkened.
They returned to the presidential suite.
Both of them were very tired.
They slumped on the sofa.
On the round table in front of them, dishes of local gourmet delicacies brought by the waiter were displayed.
But neither of them had touched their chopsticks yet.
Ella Lacey was completely out of mood to eat; she kept staring out the window, hoping that her little Mosquito could come back on her own, given her intelligence.
She would find a way if she encountered bad people, right?
