Time Travel to Become Your Sweetheart novel Chapter 388

The flame of the red candle swayed and flickered in the cold wind, and the taste of waiting was exceptionally torturous.

Leaning against the wall, Hazel rubbed the middle of her brows to relax her tension.

It was another sleepless night.

Hazel remembered that day with Elva. It was a rainy night, too. She was imprisoned in an abandoned warehouse by the Plum Blossom Organization. Hazel and Elva were shivering from the cold, and they huddled together to keep warm.

Hazel thought they should be closest friends because they had been to hell and back together. However, Elva was the one who wanted to send Hazel back to hell.

Was there anyone trustworthy in the world?

The villa was comfortable, and there were various delicious dishes on the service; however, no one was in the mood.

People were anxious, and silence and sighs came one after another.

"If I were not here for the masquerade, I would never suffer from such a thing," many people thought.

"The auctioneer has not been back yet. The bathroom will not take him that long," someone said.

There was emergency lamp in the bathroom, but it had almost run out of battery and was very dim. It wouldn't last until dawn.

"He can't be the murderer! If he were, he would have run away long ago!"

Of course, the murderer had run away; otherwise, would he stay here and welcome the first ray of dawn with them?

"Maybe he has committed suicide!"

Everyone was restless. Some of them argued in a bitter tone, and some words were hard to hear.

No one knew who the murderer was, but people guessed it was the auctioneer.

"Stop arguing. You'll know if we go upstairs and take a look."

Roger smiled sarcastically and urged those who were arguing to take a look. But he didn't believe those cowardly people dared to do so.

All the guests agreed that someone should go upstairs and see what had happened exactly.

The problem was that no one wanted to go.

People were all afraid that the auctioneer was still there, and that he might be ferocious and dangerous.

People all wanted others to go upstairs instead of themselves.

"I have a proposal. We all know it's a dangerous task. I suggest that each of you give me 1 million and I go upstairs to have a look."

Roger asked for a large amount of money.

No one would complain about having too much money; besides, Roger was also curious. The available information could offer them limited results. Roger could get similar results as Baron according to what they knew.

"Can money be more important than life? Mr. Garnett, are you lost of mind?"

Edie was shocked, especially when she realized that Roger was serious.

"What, Ms. Turner, are you concerned about me?"

Roger flicked the golden button on his chest and spoke lazily.

Edie's face turns gloomy. She lowered her head and pondered, "No, I'm thinking if the Garnett family will go bankrupt. Otherwise, how can you work so hard?"

The two of them were then in a tit-for-tat argument.

All the guests here were rich, and they didn't take 1 million as a big deal.

They were wondering if it was worth it.

And could Roger's deed be seen as taking advantage of the situation?

They didn't care about the auctioneer. They just wanted to know if they were safe and if the auctioneer was life-threatening to them.

"Mr. Garnett, do you think all of us offering you 5 million is acceptable?"

Someone bargained. He thought 5 million was more reasonable after splitting.

And he didn't need Roger to go himself. With such a lucrative award, there would be many people who wanted to go, such as waiters.

The rain subsided gradually. The storm must have stopped by dawn.