Let Me Go, Mr. Howard Chapter 193

The sound of maids apologizing quickly came from outside the bedroom.

Then, a maid walked into the bedroom with a smile. "Ms. Seymour, did you hear anything just now?"

Scarlett looked over, her eyes thoughtful.

Those two maids had just been scolded by this one. Did that mean what they said was true? Was Sebastian really coming? She had to find a way to escape from here before Sebastian arrived.

She said casually, "I heard people chatting outside the door, but I couldn't make it out. What were they saying?"

Although she wasn't sure what Shane's people were really up to, Scarlett still decided to assume the worst about their intentions.

When Scarlett said she hadn't heard clearly what was said outside, the maid holding the paint supplies visibly relaxed. She smiled slightly and asked in a gentle tone, "Ms. Seymour, where would you like to paint?"

Actually, painting in a place with such distinctive decor would be quite enjoyable.

Essentially, Scarlett would like painting anywhere in this building, but painting wasn't her real goal right now.

She had to use painting as an excuse to find a perfect location, and use that location as a springboard for her escape.

A suitable painting spot that met her requirements quickly came to mind.

But this place was so large, and she hadn't finished exploring it this morning, so she didn't know which location would work best as a springboard.

However, a fairly perfect spot soon emerged in her mind.

Scarlett frowned, looking somewhat hesitant, as if troubled.

Seeing this, the maid immediately said, "Ms. Seymour, if you have any ideas, please feel free to share them. We'll do our best to accommodate you."

Hearing this, Scarlett smiled. "No, I just think that place might be a bit inconvenient."

The maid tilted her head slightly, not quite understanding what she meant by inconvenient.

"I'd like to paint at the entrance. When I first came in, I was captivated by the decor there." Scarlett pressed her lips together, her eyes lifting upward, beautiful and lively. "I'm a designer, so I simply can't resist a place like that."

The maid really hadn't expected Scarlett to choose such a location.

She frowned, seeming somewhat conflicted as well.

That place was indeed inconvenient, but Scarlett didn't seem to have any other excessive requests. It was just painting at the entrance—there shouldn't be any problem with that.

Thinking of this, the maid agreed.

Scarlett's eyes lit up. She hadn't expected this to be so easy.

The maid helped her move the painting supplies to the entrance area.

And Scarlett did indeed adjust the direction of her easel, just to find the perfect angle to paint what she liked.

Seeing this, the maid completely relaxed, left a call bell, and departed.

After the maid left, Scarlett immediately got up from her chair and went to the main door, looking left and right.

Although this was an electric door, almost all electric doors had a manual lock.

And Scarlett's goal was to find this manual lock.

For this, she didn't care about appearances, even lying on the ground to look upward from the floor.

However, the door's manual lock didn't seem to be there.

Just as Scarlett was searching around, the sound of conversation came from the corridor behind her.

One of them sounded like Shane.

Scarlett quickly sat back in front of her easel and randomly used a light blue brush to sketch the outline of the scene before her.

So when Shane walked to the entrance, the canvas in front of Scarlett wasn't completely empty.

"Ms. Seymour?"

Shane hadn't expected to see Scarlett here. He paused, then looked at the canvas in front of her and raised an eyebrow slightly. "Painting from life?"

Scarlett nodded, trying to stay calm. "Yes, are you going out, Mr. Wright?"

Shane nodded as well. "I'll be back later. If you need anything, you can call Ally."

Although Shane didn't explicitly say who Ally was, Scarlett guessed it must be the maid who had brought her the painting supplies.

She nodded lightly, her attention quickly returning to the canvas before her.

Shane left with his assistant.

When opening the door, Scarlett glanced back.

After Shane and the others left, Scarlett painted for a while longer. Estimating that they should be far away by now, she put down her brush and walked toward the door.

The door's manual lock was on the side door's knob.

It looked too much like an ordinary latch, so Scarlett had overlooked it the first time.

After Shane's demonstration, Scarlett finally found the key to getting out.

As soon as the door opened a small crack, Scarlett couldn't wait to slip through.

The corridor was wide and long. Warm yellow wall lamps were embedded in the cream-colored walls, their light flowing slowly along the curved columns, casting delicate patterns of light on the dark marble floor.

Fearing discovery, Scarlett hurried along the wall, her silk skirt sweeping past the corners. Suddenly, there was a ding from an elevator arriving at the floor ahead.

Her heart instantly jumped to her throat.

Could Shane be coming back?

The thought flashed through her mind. The person came quickly—a foreign man in a hurry.

He froze when he saw Scarlett, but quickly continued forward, though he kept looking back every few steps.

Seeing it wasn't Shane, Scarlett breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't notice the foreign man's gaze on her from behind, focusing only on the empty elevator lobby ahead.

If not now, when?

Scarlett shouted in her mind and rushed toward the elevator.

Lady Luck seemed to favor her—no one was using the elevator, and she got right in.

The elevator going down to the first floor didn't require a key card, so Scarlett easily reached the first floor.

Calvessa's nights were a bit cold, but Scarlett inside the hotel didn't know this.

She wore a nightgown with a warm knit cardigan over it, her long seaweed-like curls cascading down, looking like a runaway princess.

From the moment she stepped out of the elevator, she attracted everyone's attention.

Simply because her appearance was too outstanding.

And this was Calvessa.

However, most people didn't choose to approach. They were still watching—why would a beautiful Lumarian woman be wandering around the hotel's first floor?

"Scarlett?"

Just as Scarlett was about to contact Chris on her phone, a voice called from behind.

It was a completely unfamiliar male voice.

She instinctively turned to look. It was a Lumarian man, slightly older, probably in his forties or fifties.

When his eyes met her face, his expression trembled. "Scarlett!"

He seemed to really know her.

But Scarlett clearly knew she didn't know him at all.

Her face showed wariness as she stepped backward.