Captivation: Want Nothing But You

“The Crown Club?” Rachel’s hands on the steering wheel froze for a moment. She was startled to hear the nof the club.
She didn’t have a good impression of the Crown Club. If she could help it, she wouldn’t go there. But when she thought of the
project of the BeGroup, she had to overcher feelings.
“I’m going there now,” she told Andy.
she turned the car around. The Crown Club was in the opposite direction to the BeGroup.
Of course, Andy didn’t know what was on Rachel’s mind, nor did he sense the change in Rachel’s tone. “Okay. I’ll go there too,
but I may be a bit late. I have to deal with something right now.” “It’s okay. Take your time,” Rachel said in a low voice and hung
up the phone. In the Crown Club When the Audi A6 pulled up in front of the club, a parking assistant greeted Rachel. He opened
the car door and took the car keys from her so he could park the car.
Standing at the entrance, Rachel scanned the facade of the club. Through the glass door, she could see the luxurious decoration
of the hall on the first floor. The Crown Club was as grand as it had been four years ago. Four years had passed in the blink of
an eye.
Rachel took a deep breath and walked in.
“Good day, Miss Bennet!” The lobby manager was on the phone when he saw Rachel getting out of the car. He put away his
phone in a hurry and walked up to Rachel.
“I’m sorry. May I know who you are?” Rachel looked at the manager who was smiling at her. She searched his face for familiarity
but she couldn’t remember him. Noticing Rachel’s confusion, the man apologized and introduced himself. “I’m Jerry, the lobby
manager of the Crown
Club.”
“Do you know me?” “Why, of course, Miss Bennet,” Jerry laughed in a flattering tone. “All the employees in the Crown Club have
a picture of you, so we can recognize you the moment you’re here. You deserve our best attention.” Her picture?
What picture?
Why should they treat her like a VIP?

“Miss Bennet, are you here alone?” Jerry asked as he looked past Rachel.
“Yes,” Rachel answered, somehow confused by the question. “Didn’t Mr. Sullivan come?” Mr. Sullivan. Of course, Jerry was
referring to Victor. Rachel suddenly remembered that Victor was the real boss of the Crown Club.
“No,” Rachel answered sternly, her looks turning sharp. Jerry had been working in the Crown Club for several years. He was
good at reading people’s expressions. Seeing Rachel’s face made him realize that he had said something wrong. He quickly

shifted to a different topic. “Miss Bennet, are you here for someone? Or...”
“I’m meeting someone,” Rachel answered and then looked at Andy’s message on her phone. “The prive room we ve
booked is called Morandi, which I believe is on the second floor,”
“Cwiththen. I’ll take you upstairs.” Jerry smiled graciously as he had been trained to do. He then led the way to the
room.
“The Crown Club?” Rachel’s hands on the steering wheel froze for a moment. She was startled to hear the nof the club.
She didn’t have a good impression of the Crown Club. If she could help it, she wouldn’t go there. But when she
thought of the project of the BeGroup, she had to overcher feelings. “I’m going there now,” she told Andy.
She turned the car around. The Crown Club was in the opposite direction to the BeGroup. Of course, Andy didn’t know what
was on Rachel’s mind, nor did he sense the change in Rachel’s tone. “Okay. I’ll go there too, but I may be a bit late. I have to
deal with something right now.” “It’s okay. Take your time,” Rachel said in a low voice and hung up the phone. In the Crown Club
When the Audi A6 pulled up in front of the club, a parking assistant greeted Rachel. He opened the car door and took the car
keys from her so he could park the car. Standing at the entrance, Rachel scanned the facade of the club. Through the glass
door, she could see the luxurious decoration of the hall on the first floor. The Crown Club was as grand as it had been four years
ago. Four years had passed in the blink of an eye.
Rachel took a deep breath and walked in.
“Good day, Miss Bennet!” The lobby manager was on the phone when he saw Rachel getting out of the car. He put away his
phone in a hurry and walked up to Rachel. “I’m sorry. May I know who you are?” Rachel looked at the manager who was smiling
at her. She searched his face for familiarity but she couldn’t remember him. Noticing Rachel’s confusion, the man apologized and
introduced himself. “I’m Jerry, the lobby manager of the Crown Club.” “Do you know me?” “Why, of course, Miss Bennet,” Jerry

laughed in a flattering tone. “All the employees in the Crown Club have a picture of you, so we can recognize you the moment
you’re here. You deserve our best attention.” Her picture?
What picture?
Why should they treat her like a VIP? “Miss Bennet, are you here alone?” Jerry asked as he looked past Rachel. “Yes,” Rachel
answered, somehow confused by the question. “Didn’t Mr. Sullivan come?” Mr. Sullivan. Of course, Jerry was referring to Victor.
Rachel suddenly remembered that Victor was the real boss of the Crown Club. “No,” Rachel answered sternly, her looks turning
sharp. Jerry had been working in the Crown Club for several years. He was good at reading people’s expressions. Seeing
Rachel’s face made him realize that he had said something wrong. He quickly shifted to a different topic. “Miss Bennet, are you
here for someone? Or...” “I’m meeting someone,” Rachel answered and then looked at Andy’s message on her phone. “The
prive room we’ve booked is called Morandi, which I believe is on the second floor,” “Cwiththen. I’ll take you upstairs.”
Jerry smiled graciously as he had been trained to do. He then led the way to the room. As she followed Jerry, Rachel looked at

the tdisplay on her phone. Andy had arranged the meeting with the investor and she was half an hour early. Jerry and
Rachel got into the elevator. They were the only ones in the elevator and they were standing side by side. Jerry couldn’t help but
glance at Rachel
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They were the only ones in the elevator and they were standing side by side. Jerry couldn’t help but glance at Rachel from time
to time. Even though Jerry tried to be discreet, Rachel could feel his eyes on her. “Did you say that you all have a picture of me?”
Rachel asked. “Yes, Miss Bennet.” “But why?”
Jerry didn’t expect Rachel to ask that question. He turned to his side and looked at Rachel. “Miss Bennet, don’t you
know?”
Rachel got even more confused. “What is it that I should know?”
“Oh, I thought you know.” Jerry looked quizzically at Rachel. “Didn’t Mr. Sullivan tell you?”
Ding! The elevator chimed to signify that they had reached the second floor. The elevator stopped steadily and its doors slowly
opened. “Miss Bennet, if you want to know the answer, you can go to the seventh floor. I believe that you will be moved when
you see it.” “The seventh floor?” Jerry nodded as he took out a key card from his vest’s pocket. He tapped it against the reader

on the door of the room called Morandi. “Here you are,” Miss Bennet.” Rachel glanced around the room. It looked warm and
cozy. It was precisely designed to make people feel comfortable “Miss Bennet, I wish you well with your meeting,” Jerry said
before turning around to leave. “You can callanytshould you need anything.” Rachel nodded. Jerry left the room, closing
the door gently. Rachel walked to the sofa and as she sat down, her phone vibrated. There was a message from Andy saying
that he was on his way but was being held up by a traffic jam. Rachel texted Andy back, informing him that she was already at
the club. “Take care,” she added to her message. She noticed a glass of cold orange juice on the small table by the side of the
sofa. It looked like it was brought there just before she got into the room. Orange juice was her favorite drink. Raising her
eyebrows, Rachel couldn’t help but think of what Jerry had just said. She picked up the glass of orange juice and took a sip. It
had the sweet-tart taste that she liked. What could be on the seventh floor? 1 Rachel was thinking about it when someone
buzzed on the door. It brought her back from her musings. Did Andy arrive so soon? Rachel put the glass down on the side
table, stood up, and walked to the door, thinking that it was Andy on the other side.
Before she reached the door, it swung open. Rachel was stunned to see the man standing at the door. He was a tall man,
wearing a light-grey windbreaker. There was a gentle smile on his handsface. Rachel’s figure was reflected in his brown
eyes. The man exuded gentleness and modesty. He didn’t seem to have changed so much. He still gave people that warm
feeling
“Long tno see, Rachel.” While Rachel was surprised to see him, the man seemed to know that she would be al the Crown
Club.
Four years had passed, and the man thought that he would never see Rachel again. While he appeared calm and
collected, his slightly stiff fingertips betrayed his nervousness.
Rachel cto her senses. “Roger.” 5