Half-Hearted: Mr. Sinclair, Stop the Act!-Chapter 122: Real-Name Report Against Radiance Beauty Spa
Having resolved the major worry on her mind, Sienna Monroe slept deeply that night without any dreams.
When she awoke again, it was nearly seven o’clock.
The room was shrouded in darkness. She reached out to turn on the lamp, and the first thing she saw was Caleb Sinclair’s form.
He hadn’t slept on the sofa in the living room for the past few days, but instead sprawled at the foot of the bed.
She frowned. With him here, she couldn’t make a report call.
Caleb, sensing the light, reflexively opened his eyes and sat up straight.
The slim figure bathed in the warm yellow lamp light came into his still-groggy eyes, and his initial confusion quickly transformed into endless tenderness.
"Why are you up so early, love? Do you want some water? I’ll get you some," he said.
As he spoke, he got up to fetch a glass of water.
Seeing him awake, Sienna Monroe’s heartbeat paused slightly, but she immediately relaxed her brows.
The originally calm, serene eyes took on a hint of emptiness and sorrow, and within a few breaths, that trace of clarity vanished without a trace.
She took the cup of warm water and, after soothing her throat, spoke softly, "You haven’t rested well here these past few days, I didn’t want to wake you."
Hearing her words, Caleb Sinclair felt his heart soften once more.
He reached out to pinch her cheek, "Taking care of you doesn’t tire me at all. Do you want to sleep a little longer, or should I fetch water for you to freshen up?"
"Freshen up."
Having gone to bed too early the previous night, she was no longer sleepy now.
Caleb nodded, went out and fetched a basin of hot water and brought over a toothbrush and towel.
It had been like this for the past few days.
She had barely even left this hospital room.
Caleb handled everything personally.
He was meticulous and considerate, as if he genuinely wanted to use these actions to mend her deeply scarred heart.
With her eyes cast downward, they seemed to be covered with a thin layer of frost that never stirred a ripple.
In her mind, she continued to think about how to get him to leave.
Breakfast was brought over by Mrs. Lewis, it was a bowl of wonton noodles and soy milk, along with two small flaky dumplings.
Sienna Monroe took a couple of bites of noodles and suddenly stopped as an idea struck her.
Could this be used?
Caleb noticed her sudden stillness and asked softly, "What’s wrong? Does it not taste good?"
Suppressing her thoughts, Sienna looked up at him, her eyelashes trembling lightly, and an earnest look in her deep brown eyes. "I want to eat... the beef noodles you make."
Caleb was taken aback.
He felt that as long as he saw the look she gave him, it was like a spring breeze caressing the water’s surface, causing even the hardest heart to quietly crack open with a soft fissure.
He laughed softly, "Okay. Do you want to eat it for lunch or breakfast tomorrow?"
Sienna said, "Lunch."
"Alright, I’ll head back in a bit then."
"Hmm."
She agreed softly, finding an outlet for the stifling breath caught in her chest, allowing her to slowly exhale it.
After breakfast, Caleb packed things up, gave her a few instructions, and then left.
The large room suddenly fell silent, and one could hear a pin drop.
Sienna took a deep breath, picked up the phone from the bedside table, her heart beating uncontrollably fast.
She opened the dial pad, her hand trembling as she entered the numbers 110.
When the call connected, a light voice slowly spilled from her throat, "Hello, I want to make an official report on the Orchid Beauty Salon on Prosperity Avenue in the city center, which is involved in organized prostitution activities underground."
*
With New Year’s Day approaching, both Radiance Beauty Spa and the Orchid Beauty Salon across the street were going full throttle for the holiday events.
In the afternoon, Radiance Beauty Spa had just welcomed three or four pre-booked guests who hadn’t yet started their sessions, when the sound of sirens from six police cars filled the somber sky and came to a halt at the salon’s entrance.
When Clara Shaw rushed out at the sound, over ten police officers had already surged into the salon’s lobby.
"Everyone, don’t move, against the wall, squat down, hands on your heads!"
Her face turned pale, a strong sense of unease surged in her heart, "Officers, what is this..."
The leading officer produced a search warrant, "We’ve received a report of organized prostitution at your beauty salon, and are now conducting a lawful search. Are you the salon’s person in charge?"
Clara Shaw’s whole body shook, her blood froze, "I... I’m the salon manager."
"Where is your hidden elevator to the underground floor?"
Hidden elevator?
They know even this!
How could it be...
Clara Shaw widened her eyes in disbelief, her lips trembling, her fingers spasming uncontrollably, as if an electric current ran through her spine.
When the officers couldn’t wait for an answer, they signaled with a hand gesture, and the dozen or so officers behind him immediately went into action, conducting a comprehensive search.
June Ewing was working on a new flower tea blend when she received the message from an employee.
A wealthy client of hers loved flower tea, so she planned to start from there.
Upon reading the message, it was as if she had been drenched in cold water, a chill shot up from her feet to the top of her head, causing her to shiver violently.
The teacup in her hand slipped, spilling hot tea everywhere.
The underground business had been raided...
Raided...
Those words magnified in her mind.
It’s over, everything is over!
How did it come to this?
Her muddled brain suddenly recalled yesterday when Caleb mentioned someone reported Sienna’s illegal operations, and today her beauty salon got raided.
Is it a coincidence?
Sienna... was it Sienna?!
She gritted her teeth. Now wasn’t the time to ponder this.
She turned and hurried upstairs, not even bothering to knock, and burst into the study, tearfully clinging, "Isaac, you must help me."
