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After saying that, he took Heidi Lama's hand and turned to leave. The thin, small fellow, filled with rage, had already slipped his hand into the armpit of his suit, clearly reaching for a gun. Suddenly, two hard objects pressed against his back. "Don't move, don't resist, Gestapo!"
He turned to see several men surrounding him and his three companions. In a daze, he noticed more than three gun barrels pointed at him. Thus, the man who had threatened Thomas Mellon Rockefeller for no more than a minute was taken away by the Gestapo along with his entourage.
Once inside the hotel elevator with Thomas Mellon Rockefeller, Heidi quietly tugged at his sleeve and whispered, "That's my fiancé. He's an arms dealer. You should leave Berlin right now! I want to go with you! I want to be with my happiness forever, but I don't want you to be in danger."
Thomas Mellon Rockefeller smiled at her words. "Don't worry, trust me. From this moment on, he can no longer be your fiancé!"
Since Thomas Mellon Rockefeller did not lower his voice, the elevator operator—a common sight in this era—trembled slightly upon hearing his words.
With interest, Thomas Mellon Rockefeller glanced at the elevator operator. As he and Heidi stepped out of the elevator, he turned back and said to the operator, "Tell Rudolf Diels that I will be bringing Heidi to meet the Führer. I hope he can help me resolve all my troubles, just like before! I have a gift for him that he will surely love!"
The elevator operator was momentarily stunned but quickly bowed his head and replied softly, "I will convey your message accurately."
It seemed he had guessed correctly! Rudolf Diels was indeed the head of the Gestapo, the leader of counter-espionage in Germany—the most despised person by both the German government and military.
Heidi held onto him tightly as they entered her room, unwilling to let go for even a moment. The two almost immediately clung to each other, not wanting to waste a second. Indeed, the differences between Western women and those from China were striking.
That night, a tailor from the Berlin Palace Hotel came to measure Heidi, who was only wearing a silk nightgown. He crafted a backless evening gown based on Thomas Mellon Rockefeller's memories and aesthetic preferences.
The next afternoon, a custom-made car for the Führer returned to the Berlin Palace Hotel under heavy escort from the SS to pick up Thomas Mellon Rockefeller.
In Berlin, at the Imperial Chancellor's Office. Led by an SS colonel, Thomas Mellon Rockefeller traversed several corridors of the Premier's residence—spacious and simply yet elegantly decorated—until he finally met the Führer of the Third Reich, Rudolf Hiller.
Looking at Hitler—short in stature but always holding his head high with a distinctive mustache—Thomas Mellon Rockefeller elegantly bowed and greeted him. "Your Excellency, I have arrived!"
Oh, my Little Thomas, you have finally come! I wrote you so many letters, and now you are here by my side! I am truly overjoyed!
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