Love in the Limelight (Astrid and Elio)

Chapter 208

Fannie replied. “Yeah… yeah…”

She seemed to hesitate, a frown creasing her brow.

A few seconds passed, but she still didn’t say the name.

Looking at her, Astrid softened her tone, “You look beat. Once we’re done here, you can get some

shut–eye.”

After a few moments, Fannie finally spoke, “I don’t know who he is. That day, Warren Santos got the

rooms mixed up. He sent you to a stranger’s

room.”

Astrid had suspected that Fannie might not know the man’s identity, but she was still a bit bummed.

“Warren Santos said you went to the hotel the next day. Did you see the guy from the next room?”

Upon hearing Astrid’s words, Fannie fell silent.

She furrowed her brows and was lost in thought.

After a while, she said, “I saw him.”

Astrid got a bit antsy, “What did he look like? How old was he?“–

“When I came out of the elevator, he was coming out of his room and heading down the corridor. I

didn’t see his face. His clothes were baggy, and he had a hat on… I’m not sure if his leg was injured or

if he naturally limps.”

Limping?

A cripple?

Astrid frowned slightly, then asked, “Any other details? Was he with anyone else?”

“People?” Fannie paused for a moment, “There were two guys following him, one fat and one thin. The

thin one called the fat one Quincy. Yeah, Quincy. And they were going… somewhere, I didn’t catch it…”

Quincy?

Doesn’t sound like a real name.

Maybe this name could lead to some clues.

For some reason, she felt familiar with this name, as if she had heard it somewhere.

Astrid asked Fannie a few more questions, and Fannie told her all she knew.

Considering it was about time, Astrid snapped her fingers near Fannie’s ear.

Fannie suddenly woke up.

She sat there, looking blankly at Astrid, then at her own home, feeling empty.

Was the live streaming incident a dream?

Why was Astrid here?

Was it all real?

Wait, she was definitely dreaming just now.

Fannie’s emotions started spiraling. Just then, the doorbell rang.

Instinctively, she asked, “Who is it?”

“Ms. Santos, please open the door. We are the police and we need your cooperation in an

investigation.” A man’s voice came from outside, startling Fannie.

Police?

She suddenly stood up and pointed at Astrid, “Astrid, you actually called the cops? Aren’t you worried This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

I’ll spill all your secrets? I’ve got nothing to lose now; I’m not afraid!”

“Huh.” Astrid snorted, leisurely peeling an orange to eat, “You’re not scared?”

If you dare expose this, I guarantee tomorrow’s headline will be: ‘Fannie gained leading roles in several

films through illicit relationships with producers and directors.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure it’s well–arranged. The news report will include detailed text and pictures!”

“You, you, you…” Fannie was shaking. Astrid’s words successfully evoked memories of her unsavory

past.