She went up to the counter and made sure that Frederick wasn't back yet. After waiting for a moment, she told herself that he must've been busy and didn't want to hurry him. After looking at the time, Alicia bent down again and left her suitcase at the counter. She was so hungry to the point that she couldn't stand it anymore, so she left for her dinner.

After her stroll, it was soon past 9:30 p.m., and he should be back soon, so she returned to the hotel. She took her suitcase and asked,

"Excuse me, sir, is the man in room A808 back yet?"

"He just came back! We haven't notified him just yet. Let's give him a surprise! Miss and Mr. Clements seem like a really perfect match..."

"Thank you!"

She nodded with a smile, and the pace of Alicia's movements couldn't help but speed up.

On the way up in the elevator, she did a quick touch-up of herself in front of the mirror, and then trotted along the way.

At this moment, Frederick received the contract in his room and handed it to a tall, young man with wavy hair who was on the sofa.

"President Pierce, I'm sorry for bothering you at this hour. This contract wasn't that important anyways. The main reason I invited you over today was because I've stored a bottle of 1787 Lafite red wine in the hotel. I heard that you have a special affection for Lafite, and I knew you'd admire it..."

As he stood straight, the man was obviously a little excited.

"It's from 1787? Was it from President Thomas Jefferson's collection that was auctioned off? I heard that he released it at a price of a hundred and fifty thousand US dollars in 1985? And it's apparently in your hands?" The man, Shelton Pierce, asked.

"That's correct! You're indeed an expert! It was a coincidence that I got it, but I'm not sure whether it's real or fake. You can help me figure it out later!"

He took two wine glasses and placed them on the table. Frederick smiled feebly. It was then that the doorbell rang.

"I'll go take a look!"

Frederick thought it was the waiter who came with the wine, so he opened the door without any

hesitation.

hand and gave him a smile. "Hubby, I'm here to

she said that, she

his sudden reflexes, he abruptly came out and closed the door.

had expected it, especially when she saw him obstructing the door.

then, a man's voice was

in the bathroom!

mind was in a daze, but her intuition told her that something was wrong, so she followed the

he found that the door had been closed. He immediately stood at the door and turned to the other side, blocking the direction of Alicia's departure. Out of the corner of his eyes, he noticed that she was no longer to be seen, therefore he was slightly relieved. At this time,

here yet? Who were you talking to earlier?" Shelton asked. Why did he hear the voice

middle of their conversation, Shelton walked out

waiter. They brought the

His heart started pounding heavily. Looking up, he saw a waiter slowly walking towards him with a bottle of wine in his arms. He quickly raised his hand. "Why were you

signaled him with

drawn back. He also excitedly said. "It's really

in the direction

would turn into an animal whenever he saw a beautiful woman, like a cat in heat. There were rumors that he wouldn't let go of his clients' wives. He even defiled them on the dinner table. What's more, he drugged them in a dirty way, and it only

eline

skills in the field of medicine. Many people relied on him to cross the threshold of the pharmacy supervision bureau. It was said that he defiled another person's wife and paid them a year's worth of special medicine. They simply closed their eyes and

afraid of the failure of his business. This person was too much of

do everything he could to them. He always brought his medicine

him were forced to agree! It's all because of his second

with them when they had a meetup or a meal with him. If he targeted them, he would chase them and eventually get his hands on

a beautiful woman, a switch in

in front of them and would defile them several

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