novelraw Chapter 882 899: Blonde Beauty
Chapter 882 899: Blonde Beauty
"Don't bother, this case is connected to the Tsar Group. Even if you keep at it until tomorrow, there won't be much progress. Go back and rest early!" Lin Mu said."Got it, call me as soon as there's news!" Qi Manlin replied.
After hanging up, Lin Mu drove straight to the Chang'an Hotel. As the most luxurious five-star hotel in Wancheng, did the Tsar's people really dare to stay here? If so, this Sharapova is indeed bold! However, the person Qi Manlin found wasn't named Sharapova, but Sharapova. Lin Mu needed to go see for himself to be sure if they were the same person.
Thus, Lin Mu had to go there, arriving at Chang'an Hotel, he took the elevator to the top floor. The top floor is where the hotel's presidential suite is located, extremely expensive, and unaffordable for ordinary people, let alone for long-term stays.
The elevator doors opened and Lin Mu stepped out. Standing at the elevator entrance, he looked around; there were two bodyguards standing at the door of the room ahead. Lin Mu focused his gaze on them, as there was only one presidential suite here, outsiders couldn't possibly come to the top floor.
The two bodyguards also looked at Lin Mu with vigilant eyes; both wore suits with earpieces on their ears, clearly bodyguards.
"Hi, how are you?" Lin Mu smiled and walked towards them.
Before Lin Mu could get close, the two stepped forward and stopped him.
"Who are you looking for?" one of them asked in fluent Chinese, with a serious expression.
"Oh, I'm looking for Sharapova!" Lin Mu chuckled.
The reason Lin Mu didn't mention Sharapova's name was to see how the bodyguards would react. If they reacted to this name, it would confirm Lin Mu's suspicion that Sharapova and Sharapova are the same person.
But the two bodyguards remained expressionless, showing no surprise or shock, "Sorry, you came to the wrong place, there's no Sharapova here!"
"No?" Lin Mu frowned, pondering for a moment before feigning a look of sudden realization, "Ah, my memory slips, not looking for Sharapova, she should be called Sharapova!"
"Who are you?" the Russians asked, looking at Lin Mu with vigilance.
Lin Mu obviously came alone for a reason, so as bodyguards, they naturally remained vigilant.
"Uh... I'm Lin Mu, I suppose Sharapova might be interested in me, right?" Lin Mu chuckled, making no attempt to hide his intentions.
If Sharapova was inside, she would naturally respond; if not, revealing his name wouldn't matter.
"Sorry, we haven't received your appointment notice, so you can't meet Miss Sarah!" the Russians refused.
"Oh, no appointment necessary, I've come on my own. Miss Sarah must be inside, right? I'll go in and say a few words!" Lin Mu said cheerfully, then gently pushed the two aside.
Lin Mu lightly pushed them and headed into the room, leaving the two bodyguards stunned. They prided themselves on their strength, yet were easily pushed aside; what a formidable opponent!
"Stop!" the two grabbed hold of Lin Mu's shoulders from behind.
Lin Mu stood still, not turning around, "Oh, what now?"
"If you take one more step forward, we won't be polite!" the bodyguard behind spoke coldly.
"Oh? Then don't be polite!" Lin Mu said, grabbing their hands, swiftly turning around, and executed a perfect small grapple, putting them both on the ground.
They quickly got up to confront Lin Mu when suddenly, the door opened and a stunning blonde walked out from inside. Her prominent nose, deep blue eyes, and charming oval face exuded an aura of a mature foreign woman.
The woman was draped in a robe, her alluring figure barely concealed by the translucent fabric, adding to an idyllic beauty.
Mature and captivating, she's undoubtedly a supreme specimen among exotic beauties. Lin Mu couldn't help but glance at her chest with delight, but this exceptional beauty was a member of the sinister Tsar Group. Without reliable intel, Lin Mu wouldn't have believed it even if it cost him his life.
However, Lin Mu quickly controlled his greedy gazes as he realized she wasn't an easy character.
"You guys step back, don't act recklessly!" the woman standing at the door instructed the two bodyguards, her voice charming and pleasant, also with standard Mandarin. These beautiful women are clearly skilled and capable; one wonders if they are the same in bed?
"Yes, Miss Sarah!" The two bodyguards nodded and stepped aside.
Lin Mu's acute Seventh Sense warned him that this Sharapova is far from ordinary, even beyond what he initially anticipated. Though there was no immediate threat from her, a formidable presence lingered; a hidden danger difficult to disregard.
Sharapova glanced at Lin Mu, her face still carrying a gentle demeanor, "Excuse me, are you looking for me?"
Lin Mu grinned broadly, "Hey, not bad, if your name is Sharapova, then yes, I'm looking for you!"
"Alright then, come in and let's talk," Sharapova smiled, turned around, and went back into the room.
"Hmm…" Lin Mu rubbed his chin; Sharapova's response was completely unexpected, composed to the point of uneasiness. Lin Mu stopped overthinking, lifted his leg, and walked in. Inside, Sharapova was already sitting on the sofa, legs crossed, revealing slender and fair legs.
Sharapova's every move seemed enchanting, especially the natural alluring aura she exuded, capable of tempting almost any man. Yet her cold demeanor instilled a sense of awe, almost like reverence one feels toward deities; without doubt, she was a true goddess.
Nonetheless, Lin Mu stayed composed, maintaining a cheeky grin as he looked at Sharapova. She faintly smiled, gently waved her hand past her golden locks by the ear, "Mr. Lin, please have a seat!"
Lin Mu didn't hesitate to sit, but instead of sitting opposite Sharapova, he took a seat next to her.
Sharapova glanced at Lin Mu without minding, "Hehe, Mr. Lin, since you're looking for me, may I ask what it's about?"
Witnessing Sharapova's calm demeanor made Lin Mu slightly doubt whether she was indeed the Tsar Group's Sharapova.