After Qin Qinxi entered the restaurant, she pretended to ask the front desk if there was a restroom because she had no money on her.

The receptionist smiled at her and told her the restroom was on the second floor.

She thanked them and quickly headed upstairs, head down.

Qin Qinxi stayed in the bathroom for a long time. She sat on the toilet seat, hugging her knees, staring at the gap under the door.

Footsteps came and went outside—high heels clicking against the tiles.

Some people washed their hands, some touched up their makeup, some made phone calls; the sounds blended together, buzzing like they were muffled by water.

She waited like this until it got dark.

In between, she went out once.

She came down from the upper floor and glanced at the front desk.

The receptionist was at the cash register and didn’t look at her.

She breathed a sigh of relief and slipped back into the bathroom.

Qin Qinxi remembered that Chaoxiong usually didn’t come home until late at night.

But she wasn’t sure. She wasn’t sure whether he’d be back tonight.

She had no money—nothing at all. She was unfamiliar with this place and even more afraid of running into danger again.

It was completely dark. Finally, she stepped out of the bathroom and pushed open the restaurant door.

Suddenly, she saw a Rolls-Royce driving toward the Burj Khalifa.

Qin Qinxi isn’t nearsighted, and her memory is pretty good.

She noticed that the license plate numbers were sequential—clearly chosen deliberately, the kind you’d know weren’t ordinary people’s plates.

She suddenly recalled that when Vio first said he’d take her out, among the line of cars parked at the entrance, there were also license plates with consecutive numbers.

The car pulled up at the entrance of the hotel across the street. Four people got out.

One of them was wearing a black mask and sunglasses.

Judging by his clothes, his gait, and his languid build,

Qin Qinxi immediately recognized him as Vio.

Her heart instantly raced.

Chaoxiong was back.

Qin Qinxi quickened her pace to cross the street.

Just as she reached the curb, the man in sunglasses got back into the car.

The door closed, the engine started, and it looked like the car was about to drive off.

Qin Qinxi panicked. She was shy and couldn’t possibly shout in the middle of the street—plus, at such a distance, Chaoxiong might not even hear her.

She glanced left and right and happened to see a taxi passing by. She waved, and the car stopped.

“Hello, driver. Could you please follow that Rolls-Royce ahead?”

She opened the door and got in, pointing toward the car as she spoke to the driver.

The driver was a middle-aged man with dark skin. He glanced at her in the rearview mirror, said nothing, and stepped on the gas.

Qin Qinxi sat in the back seat, clutching the hem of her skirt with both hands, her mind in a complete mess.

She thought, “Maybe Vio will pay for me when we get there…”

That person comes out of nowhere and disappears just as quickly—he’s gone for good, no doubt about it.

She didn’t know where he really lived; she was certain it wasn’t that villa—not here, either.

The car followed the Rolls-Royce for who knows how long.

From the skyscrapers in the city center, they drove onto the outer ring highway, then turned onto a pitch-black asphalt road with no streetlights.

The surroundings grew increasingly desolate—no shops, no houses, just the occasional low-rise building with dark, shuttered windows.

Qin Qinxi stared out the window, her stomach churning.

At a fork in the road, the car ahead turned, and the taxi couldn’t keep up. By the time it passed, the road was already empty.

The driver pulled over to the side of the road and looked back at her.

“Madam,” he said, a hint of helplessness in his voice, “why don’t you call your friend?”

Qin Qinxi opened her mouth but didn’t know what to say. She didn’t know Vio’s phone number.

She didn’t have a phone—nothing at all. Not even a single Dirham on her.

Just as she was at a loss for words, a muffled thud suddenly echoed in the distance.

Deep, short—like something had exploded.

End of Chapter 50: Chapter 50