The next day, Daryl drove to the airport directly. Trixie asked him if he needed to go with him. Daryl
insisted on shirking and saying no.
This undoubtedly increased Trixie's suspicion of him.
After Daryl left, Trixie took a taxi to the company and asked Frank for a leave.
The company was not busy these days, so Frank simply approved the leave. When she came out of
the office, Trixie obviously felt her colleagues cast envious eyes on her. Perhaps in the eyes of
outsiders, she was a perfect woman.
She is beautiful, has a good figure and has a stable job, her husband is gentle and rich, affectionate
and single-minded, and they also have a lovely daughter... Anyway, they are enviable objects.
However, only Trixie knows how miserable her life is now, and even reached the step where she had
psychological problems. She had to take time off to follow her husband because of all kinds of clues
she found and her husband's endless lies.
Yes, that's right.
Since Daryl mentioned to her that he was going to the states on a business trip, she thought of
following him.
Jessa's words are good.
She couldn't catch any evidence of Daryl's infidelity. So it's useless to make more trouble with him. But
if she catches them, the advantage will be in her hands. No matter what conditions she puts forward,
Daryl had no reason to refuse.
However, these are not the most important.
By following Daryl, she just wanted to know who the woman Daryl tried to hide, and then end her long-
standing suspicion.
Leaving the company, she entrusted Kinsley to Jessa first, then prepared a car and went directly to the
states.
It was already 7 o'clock in the evening when she entered the downtown of the city, then she called
Daryl.
"Husband, did you safely arrive?"
"Yes, we're here, Mr. Moore and I were already at the hotel."
There was a rushing sound of water and heavy breathing on the other side of the phone.
Trixie's heart sank instantly. She is not a child, and of course she knows what this sound means.
Despite the anger in her heart, she forced herself to calm down and tried to make her voice sound
more natural.
"Which hotel? Take a photo for me. Next time we will take Kinsley to the states for a tour."
"Okay my wife, wait for a bit."
Daryl answered readily, then there was a busy tone on the other line, and soon a photo was sent.
The photo was of a large French window. Looking out from the window, the number of floors must be
high.
Suddenly, an inconspicuous corner in the photo caught Trixie's attention.
She enlarged the photo and looked at the place carefully. She was so angry that she almost dropped
her cell phone directly.
On the wooden floor in the corner of the photo, a lady's red lace underwear was lying on the ground.
Based on the presumptuous provocation of Trixie, it's as if a beautiful woman appeared out of thin air.
The red lace stimulated Trixie's last reason. She quickly deleted the picture, closed her eyes and
rubbed her eyebrows to force herself to calm down.
"How about it, wife? Not bad, isn't it?"
Daryl's tone had a hint of ingratiation. In the past, this was his most common tone.
But now, Trixie only felt that he was changing the subject.
"Not bad. What is the name of this hotel?"
"Haitian Blue Hotel." He answered.
Just when he finished saying the name of the hotel, there seemed to be a woman's voice urging on the
other side of the phone.
Daryl hurriedly said to Trixie, "Wife, Mr. Moore called me. We need to go out now but I'll call you back
when I come back."
Before Trixie could respond, he hung up the phone in a hurry.
Listening to the "beep" sound on the phone, Trixie felt a sense of loss she had never felt before.
Helpless, sad, self-mockery... Countless pessimism filled her heart.
She clutched her hands tightly and collapsed to the point of screaming.
Now she must calm herself down. If she's not going to look for Daryl first, she will lose one step in
chess, and she will not be able to grasp the evidence in the future.
With this thought, her anxiety gradually calmed down.
After a while, she told her driver to go to Haitian Blue Hotel and sat in the car fiddling with her mobile
phone.
She searched Haitian Blue Hotel on Meituan, and wanted to book a room casually for a rainy day.
She didn't expect the hotel to be booked in advance, which also made her give up the idea of raiding
Daryl.
In the past, she has stayed in many star hotels with Daryl. She knew that if the hotel couldn't
accommodate online, there was little chance of asking the guest information from the front desk.
The confidentiality measures of star hotels are generally very good. If it weren't for special
circumstances, there would be no information from the front desk. Trixie felt this kind of thing.
The car soon arrived downstairs at Haitian Blue Hotel.
Trixie didn't even care to get the change from the driver and got out of the car in a hurry.
Although it was unlikely to ask something at the front desk, Trixie still wanted to give it a try.
Looking at the hotel lobby in front of her, she took a deep breath and went in.
"Hello, miss, do you have an appointment?"
Seeing Trixie come in, the front desk of the hotel hurriedly asked.
"Is there no available room?"
"Sorry, miss, we need to make an appointment in advance here."
The front desk kept smiling from beginning to end and was very polite to Trixie.
"Well, I came to travel with my friend. He came early and I came late. Since there is no available room,
I might have to share a room with him. Can you tell me his room number?"
Trixie's tentative tone raised the vigilance of the front desk, she stopped packing and still looked at
Trixie with a smile on her face.
"Sorry, miss, your friend didn't report your identity information when he registered. For the safety of the
guests, we can't tell you the room number."
The receptionist's attitude was very firm, and she was not going to tell Trixie the room number anyway,
even if she pays for it.
Trixie had no choice but to leave the hotel temporarily.
Since getting off the plane, she hasn't eaten a mouthful of food, and it's getting dark. Except Haitian
Blue Hotel, she can only stay in small hotels nearby.
Trixie really had no choice but to find a small hotel that looked good and stayed there first. She planned
to try her luck in the evening to see if Daryl would come out.
The owner of the small hotel is a middle-aged woman. Although she is nearly 50 years old, her charm
still exists. Perhaps there were not many guests today. After she helped Trixie check in, she stood at
the door and watched Trixie make the bed in the room.
She lit a cigarette, spat on the ground, and then suddenly said to Trixie, "Look at what you are wearing.
Why do you want to come here?"
"I came to check on my friend."
Trixie smiled politely at her and didn't want to say too much to her.
"Don't lie to me. Did you come here to catch your husband sleeping with another woman?"
The owner took a puff of smoke, spit out the smoke ring, and sighed, "I've seen cases like this many
times. The husband came out to cheat, the wife wanted to catch him cheating but couldn't get into the
hotel?"
Since the owner said what's on her mind, Trixie did not respond. She still kept her head down resuming
what she's doing, but the owner's next sentence caught her attention.
"Give me five hundred dollars and I'll take you in."
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