Fleeing the Gilded Cage: Don’t Want to be the Billionaire’s Wife

Chapter 133

Chapter 133: Can’t be So Unlucky

Martina nodded and took out her laptop from the suitcase.

“Go ahead and take care of your work. Don’t worry about me. I have swork to

finish as well,” she said.

The smiled faintly, “Okay, I’ll finish up as soon as possible and cback to accompany you. If you get hungry, just call the front desk. They can deliver food to the

room.”

In this hotel, the restaurant had two modes: self–service where guests would go and

select their food, and a dedicated waiter service where the food would be delivered directly

to the room. Benjamin probably didn’t want Martina to be alone, hence the reminder.

Martina chuckled gracefully, “I’m not a child anymore. Do you think I wouldn’t

understand these things? Just focus on your work. Don’t worry about me.”

Without saying anything, Benjamin planted a kiss on Martina’s forehead and then left.

Watching Benjamin’s departing figure, Martina quietly closed the door. The gentle kiss

he had planted on her forehead still seemed somewhat unfamiliar to her.

Martina let out a deep sigh. Since she couldn’t make sense of it no matter how much

she thought about it, she decided to focus on her work instead.

While Benjamin left for his own work, Martina busied herself with her work in the hotel.

Her work involved drawing. As Elena sent over requirements and drafts, Martina made the

necessary modifications.

It was truly strange. Any part that Martina modified always brought endless surprises. #

had becan expected outcome. Even though they used the smethods and had the

smindset, the results they produced felt completely different.

Elena had already revered Martina with utmost admiration. She couldn’t think of anyone

else who could match Martina’s abilities.

Was it because Martina was good–looking that her artwork turned out so outstanding? Of course, this thought was solely Elena’s own and didn’t represent everyone’s opinion.

Martina continued to work without realizing how much thad passed until her

stomach started growling uncontrollably. It was then that she glanced at the tand was startled to find that it had already gotten dark outside.

She picked up her phone and just as she checked the time, she noticed that Benjamin had called her. She casually answered, “Hello?”

Benjamin’s deep and magnetic voice instantly resonated from the phone, “What were

you doing?”

Martina didn’t want Benjamin to worry, so she casually lied, “Nothing much, just finished

eating.”

“You are quite obedient,” Benjamin chuckle softly in response. “Then wait forat the hotel for a while, I’ll be back in about an hour.”

Martina calculated the tand realized that she could finish her meal and tidy up within an hour for sure. She then said, “Okay. Actually, there’s no need to hurry back. I still have swork unfinished.”

Benjamin’s tone becsofter. “Even if there are unfinished work, you shouldn’t continue working. It’s getting late, and what you need now is rest.”

Martina dutifully agreed, saying, “Alright, I understand.” In reality, her thoughts were completely different.

Benjamin seemed to have guessed it as well, knowing that no matter how many reminders he gave over the phone, it wouldn’t change her mindset. It would be better for him to finish the work as soon as possible and return.

After hanging up the phone, Martina picked up the room phone and tried to have sfood delivered to her room. However, every tshe dialed, the line was busy, indicating that she wasn’t the only one making calls.

She thought for a moment and realized that the dining hall wasn’t far away. It would only take a short tto go up and down the stairs, so she decided to go there herself. This way, she could also see what she wanted to eat and avoid wasting tand food.

Quickly, Martina changed into a different outfit and went downstairs to the restaurant. As she entered, she noticed that the restaurant was filled with various dining areas, and food was everywhere. Not only that, but there were also people from different backgrounds -swere locals, while others were foreigners. People of different races were all gathered here.

Guided by a server, Martina entered the restaurant and began searching for something to eat. The restaurant offered a wide variety of cuisines, and it seemed like they had everything one could imagine. There was almost nothing you couldn’t find here. Whether it were locals or people from other places, finding a satisfying meal here was not difficult at

all.

Martina just wanted to have ssnacks and bread.

After selecting her food, she found a relatively empty corner and took a seat.

Intentionally lowering her presence, she didn’t attract much attention, at most a few passing glances that quickly averted.

Just as Martina was halfway through her meal, she suddenly heard a loud voice, echoing around the restaurant. It sounded like the sound system inside the restaura

It was a staff member speaking.

“Hello, everyone. We have encountered a situation. A suspected murderer has fled into our hotel. We kindly ask all guests to return to their rooms as soon as possible.”

The announcement startled Martina, and she felt a sense of unease. She quickly finished her meal and made her way back to her room.

“While we haven’t captured the suspected murderer, please refrain from wandering around. If you encounter any situations, be sure to contact hotel staff immediately. I

repeat…”

Upon hearing these words, Martina almost instantly stood up.

“A suspected murderer??” Martina furrowed her brows. However, for the sake of safety, she decided to quickly return to her room.

She couldn’t fathom how someone could enter a five–star hotel. Typically, these hotels had dedicated security teams, making it difficult for ordinary people to enter. Clearly, the individual must be very dangerous.

With this thought in mind, Martina hastened her pace, carrying the unfinished bread, and returned to her room. However, as soon as she swiped her key card and walked in, she sensed that something was off.

It might have been a misconception, but she seemed to catch a faint whiff of blood. Accompanied by a pungent odor, it was a scent she had never encountered before when leaving her room.

Martina’s heart skipped a beat, and she muttered to herself, “Can’t be so unlucky, right?” Almost instantly, she had the intention to retreat from the room. She tried to act nonchalant as she turned her head, attempting to take a glance behind her.

But before she could even fully turn around, she heard a sinister voice say, want to die, keep your head turned!”

Boom!

It felt like a bolt from the blue. What she had feared had actually happened.