"Mr. Buffay, please wait!" . I managed to break free from the two blocking bodyguards, but only caught a wisp of car exhaust. I tried to run to catch up, but was pulled back by the bodyguards again. As I struggled, I was thrown to the ground, my elbow hit the ground, and I suddenly felt a burning pain. I looked up reluctantly, and the black Rolls-Royce had disappeared from my sight. Damn it, it's been a month, I never missed any place where Athan Buffay will appear, but every time when I try to approach to him, I get blocked by his bodyguards, I can't get close to that man at all. After I finally found the address of his private villa using all my resources , I waited here at 3 am every day. But for more than ten days, I still haven't seen Athan Buffay's face, let alone talked to him. "Mr. Buffay's personal assistant just called. If you show up again tomorrow, the consequences are not what you can expect!". The voice of the bodyguard sounded, I looked away from the direction where the car disappeared and begged, "Can't you let me meet Mr. Buffay? I'll just say a few words, five minutes will be enough. Please, It’s about really important things, someone’s life is at stake!”. "Do you think Mr. Buffay is so easy for you to meet?" said one of the bodyguards, "Stop coming here tomorrow, he won't return to the villa for the next few weeks. " After the man finished speaking, he left, leaving only the other bodyguard in place. That person seemed a little bit unbearable about my situation. I know this could be my only chance, so I took out the prepared cash from my pocket and stuffed it into the bodyguard's hand. “Please, just tell me where he is going, I really need to see him, please…”

The bodyguard looked at the cash in his hand, after two seconds he put it back in mine, and said in a low voice, "He's going to be at an annual gala in two days, right in the Royal Revolving Restaurant, if you can find a way to get into the venue, maybe you can see him. Dragging my exhausted body back to the hospital, I heard the familiar laugh as I walked to the door of the ward, they belong to my two children, Mike and Lily. Jack was reading a storybook to them when I walked in, the children hugged me happily. Jack is still as usual, smiling softly and lightly. He was tall and slend er, with fair skin. Unlike the wild werewolf, Jack always had an elegant temperament. Even when he was ill, he always maintained a calm expression. But only I kno w he's sufferi ng great pain. "How is everything, Katherine?" Jack asked me with a smile: "The nanny will pick up the children in a w hile, you should go back with them, you look tired. "I'm fine," I looked at him and try to make myself sound happi ly, "I've found someone who can match your bone marrow. Now we only need his consent to donate, and we can have the surgery!" . “Katherine,” Jack leaned his body toward me and hold my hand: “I know that you’ve tried very hard, but it’s okay. The past 5 years that I had with you was wonderful. I know I’ve said that one day I wish y ou could love me back, but now I just want you to be happy, I need you to go find your own happiness. I looked at this man who had given me everything, and my heart was breaking . He was such a kind man, yet he suffered so much. But no matter what, he i s my family, my husband in name, I have to save him, I have to let him live. If I want to make this hap pen, I need to find a way t o get into the Annual Gala. Two days later, I arrived at the Royal Revolving Restaurant in downtown. According to the information I have collected online, no external service personnel were hired for the annual party every year, they want to make sure the quality of their services giving the fact that a ll the celebrities attending this party are socialites. The only chance I could get into the party was to sneak into the performance team

Fortunately, the performance team had a l arge number of staff, I sneaked through t he back door pretending to be one of them. The building is like a maze, I had to go through so many halls and still cou ldn’t find the location of the venue. Suddenly, I a half opened door in the end of the hallw ay, and the words "resting lounge" were written on it. It must be one of the resting rooms for the guests! . The lights in the room were off, and it looked like no one was inside. I opened the door and approached the table gently, there it is! there was a piece of paper with the specific locat ion and personnel of the Annual Gala written on it. Great! . “I don’t think yo u are one of the staff, are you ?” . A deep voice sounded, and I was startled. There was someone sitting behind me! . The man slowly stand up, walk ed towards me. He was very tall, but he walked very lightly. The man’s broad shou lders looked masculine. His shirt was half open, revealing a wild s ensuality. The way he walks looks so casual, but it creeps me out. This ma n is da ngerous! . The man talked with a contemptuous smile: "If I make a phone call right now, you wil l be in jail for a long time, Miss Thief. Then he raised his sculptural arm, took off my hat gently. This man has a well -defined chin line and deep green eyes. At that moment, I almost forgot to brea the. Because this is the person I've be en trying so hard to find, Athan Buffay!