Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 314

Chapter 314: Are you sure you want to play this game with me?

The voice on the other end of the phone paused briefly as though weighing the vice and words.

Davis wouldn’t doubt he was surprised to hear from him, and possibly, he might have checked his phone again to admit the contact was from him, but the situation at hand doesn’t give him the privilege of formality or the opportunity of a trip down memory lane.

Noticing the pause stretching longer than necessary, Davis parted his lips to issue a stream of instructions—only to be cut off as the man on the line launched into a flurry of questions.

"Allen Davis? Is that really you?"

"Did you say ’suite’? Wait—are you in my hotel?"

"Which one exactly?"

"What’s going on that needs my manager’s attention?"

"Should I come over, or will you be alright?"

Davis sighed, rubbing the tension from his temples before responding coldly, "Grand Duke Hotels.".

"Frank, is there a problem?" he asked, his voice sharp.

"No, no... I just thought of something... never mind," Frank replied, letting out a measured breath.

"Alright," Davis said.

He didn’t want to press further and wasn’t ready to startle the snake, he couldn’t at the moment make out the people involved in this matter.

As the call ended, he turned to Ethan. "Find out how many people have booked rooms here. And check if there was any shady coordination around this hotel’s reservation."

The pause on the call still nagged at him. Every single detail at this minute was important.

"Sent to mail, the building plan." Ethan smirked.

the keyboard of the laptop

mailbox and downloaded the 3D graphic file of the building. Swiftly,

rooms, various sizes. Ten floors. Multiple conference rooms, and each floor has event halls with adjacent rooms. Those rooms can be

out to Richard. He

the entire floor?"

he repeated suspicion creeping in his

"Yes, we booked."

your affairs," Davis said, and the

a flurry of footsteps sounded outside the door, followed

his subtle nod, he ushered the person

suite, bowing slightly as he stepped in. Behind him

gaze quickly took in the arrangement of the suite: the soft whirring sound of the air-conditioner, the mattress in order, the lighting and fittings

and arrangement of the

Allen," he said, and also

penetrating gaze swept across the group, finally settling on the manager, whose composure was already cracking under the pressure, his body trembling

welcome," the manager reiterated as he took the tray

his next line of action, his boss’s warning still

on my way. And if anything goes wrong, I will not

I only asked for you." His cold, detached voice rang through

spun around. "You can go back," he

they stepped into the

lightning speed, the manager’s lips twitched lightly. Bracing himself, he faced Davis as he struggled

need the surveillance video of

with furrowed brows.

Davis cut him off, his glare on

show

raced. This suite belongs to Angel’s Wears... but now he’s here, asking about surveillance.

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