Chapter 451: Oh No, Someone Died!
Only a glance reveals the waitress holding the tray, wearing the cruise’s standard checkered uniform. Her figure is lithe, her profile beautiful, looking strikingly similar to Stellerton University’s former campus queen, Katherine North.
Because it’s evening, and the night is hazy, coupled with the fact they are separated by several meters, Cecilia Vaughn hesitates to confirm whether she’s mistaken.
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The most crucial part is due to her collusion with Chloe Alden and Fiona Vaughn, Katherine North also got herself involved during that incident at the hotel, to the point of being expelled from Stellerton University.
How could she possibly appear here?
This is Fiona Vaughn’s wedding banquet, where not only are the invited guests held to a high standard, but even the chosen waitstaff are meticulously selected.
According to Fiona Vaughn’s temperament, she wouldn’t choose a woman she once had a grudge with.
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Cecilia Vaughn squinted slightly, and before she could figure it out, the slender silhouette had already vanished on the other side of the cruise ship.
Should she pursue to find out?
Cecilia Vaughn pondered, looking forward, only to see Chloe Alden still sitting on the deck, trembling so much she didn’t dare stand up.
Cecilia Vaughn remembered Chloe Alden once gave Katherine North a large payment to stay silent, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, squatting down to lift Chloe Alden’s chin.
"Eldest Miss Alden, may I ask if Katherine North was invited or serving as a waitress here on Isle of Whispers for the wedding?"
Perhaps because of being half-dangled off the deck earlier, Chloe Alden was now sobbing, dizzy and woozy, shaking her head like a madwoman.
"It’s not me, I don’t know... don’t ask me..."
Tsk.
She’s actually this easy to scare.
Cecilia Vaughn looked at Chloe Alden with a mix of pity and amusement, finally sighing and releasing her collar.
"Do you now understand the feeling of being bullied? I hope you won’t go bullying others anymore. Those who you’ve bullied have even heavier and longer-lasting shadows in their hearts."
Chloe Alden seemed to understand, clutching her arms to her chest in fear, looking as timid as a small animal.
"Okay, okay... I won’t do it again, I was wrong, boo hoo hoo..."
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Seeing Chloe Alden like this, Cecilia Vaughn couldn’t tell if she was sincere or not.
This brash and fiery eldest lady, if she can truly turn over a new leaf, that wouldn’t be bad.
"I hope you remember today’s promise."
Watching Chloe Alden’s devastated face, Cecilia Vaughn shook her head, sighed again, and felt no hope at heart, lightly tossing a pack of tissues to Chloe Alden before leaving.
Thinking again of the figure resembling Katherine North she saw earlier, she couldn’t help chasing in the direction the figure had disappeared.
On the east side of this floor of the cruise ship is a ballroom; many who attended the wedding banquet are here singing and dancing as the wedding ended early.
The beautiful sound of a cello flows like a stream past her ears, surrounded by a crowd of costumes and shadows, and several waitresses in the same uniform pass by her, but none of them look like Katherine North.
Could it be her eyes were playing tricks?
Cecilia Vaughn felt full of doubt.
She repeatedly stared at the girls wearing waitress uniforms, and one or two approached politely after being watched for more than three seconds.
"Miss, do you need anything?"
The other party held a glass tray of champagne, gently inquiring.
Cecilia Vaughn could only smile and shake her head.
"No need, I’m looking for someone."
Cecilia Vaughn furrowed her delicate brows, gesturing to her.
"Excuse me, did you see a waitress in the same uniform as yours entering this hall recently? She’s about 1.67 meters tall, uh, with a similar figure to mine, quite good looking, straight brows, big eyes, an alluring aura."
The girl was confused by Cecilia Vaughn’s description.
She pondered for a long time, then shook her head.
"Miss, you might have been mistaken, I don’t recall such a waitress. Do you remember any other information? Like a name or employee number?"
Cecilia Vaughn only had a fleeting glimpse; how could she clearly see an employee number? She wasn’t clairvoyant.
Cecilia Vaughn ultimately mentioned Katherine North’s name.
"Her name is Katherine North, is there a waitress by that name on your cruise?"
"Sorry, miss, you must be mistaken. I remember the names of the girls on our cruise, and there’s no one by that name."
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Cecilia Vaughn, feeling lost and disappointed, knitted her brows.
Was she really mistaken?
Upon seeing Katherine North, Cecilia Vaughn had a sense of foreboding she couldn’t quite articulate, but now the other party denied her existence.
Cecilia Vaughn finally nodded politely to express her gratitude.
"Well, anyway, thank you. If you happen to see a girl like the one I described, could you let me know? My room number is 1507, you can come find me then."
Thinking once more, Cecilia Vaughn took out two bills and placed them in the other’s hand.
"This is for your trouble, even if you don’t see her it’s okay."
The girl was startled, glancing at Cecilia Vaughn, biting her lip, but finally did not refuse.
"Ah, thank you very much."
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Suddenly losing the lead, Cecilia Vaughn still felt something was odd.
Because in this ballroom she had just been in, there wasn’t even a woman resembling Katherine North in appearance, height, or figure.
Could it be her imagination was not only deceiving her eyes but also conjuring images now?
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Cecilia Vaughn was amused by her imagination, lowering her head to see the cappuccino stain on her dress hem, contemplating whether to change clothes.
It wasn’t until she neared room 1507’s door that Cecilia Vaughn realized she forgot to bring the key card, having left both cards with Adrian Law.
The girl slapped her forehead, embarrassed by her forgetfulness.
——Currently, Adrian Law is talking with his dad, Chairman Law, so he probably won’t return for a while.
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Momentarily bored, Cecilia Vaughn didn’t know where to go.
She didn’t like crowded places; while she could sing and dance reasonably well, there was no interest to return to the ballroom alone.
Cecilia Vaughn simply decided to go to the top deck of the cruise, wanting to enjoy the night view of the sea from a height.
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Upon climbing to the top deck, she found someone had already claimed a good spot, holding a drawing board and smearing colors.
"Sean Grant? How refined, you’re drawing?"
"Don’t you think the night sea is beautiful?"
Sean Grant put down the drawing board, nodding slightly to her.
"Wow, you’ve drawn very well."
Driven by artistic curiosity, Cecilia Vaughn leaned closer and was immediately impressed by Sean Grant’s skills.
Just as she was about to give more comments, shrieks came from downstairs.
"Oh my God! Something’s wrong! There’s a dead person! Someone, hurry!"