“Okay," Bennett replied, gunned the engine, and slowly drove away.

He rolled his black Bentley out of the hotel entrance and disappeared into traffic in just a couple of seconds.

Anthony didn't have the energy to chase after Claudia anymore. Casting one last glance at the general direction Bennett and Claudia went, he lowered his head and made his way back to the banquet hall.

The banquet hall on the second floor was in chaos. Backstage, Kristy was shaking with anxiety, her face bone-white. Sitting on her dressing chair, she kept silent. She held onto her mobile phone like it was a lifeline or something.

The members of both the Nixon and the Murray family had on stern facial expressions. Anthony knocked on the door and muttered, "Sorry. I just had a terrible stomachache."