Chapter 315: He isn’t my match...

The manager glanced at Davis and took a deep breath, meeting his gaze head-on.

"I’m not playing any games," he muttered.

"Alright then," Davis said coolly. "What happened to the Angela Wear fitting room?"

The manager stared at him a tinge of irritation flickering in his eyes. "Does my job include looking after some bunch of clothes?" he asked back.

"Davis nodded slightly. "I see. But tell me... do you have any idea what the consequences of sabotaging that function are?"

"Function? Sabotage? It’s not my business. I only manage this hotel and nothing more," he retorted. free we\bnove(l).com

Davis looked at him calmly for a while, he carefully analyzed the young man’s countenance. A cold smirk curling up his lips as he noticed the manager’s subtle aversion to the matter.

"Alright, I’ve changed my mind," Davis snapped.

The managers head snapped towards him, his brow furrowed. "Changed mind? Aren’t we going to the surveillance room?"He asked, visibly confused.

He couldn’t read Davis. There was something unnerving about his sudden shift, as though a different kind of game had just begun.

The manager studied him for a while, his clenched fists slowly relaxing though he couldn’t identify the medicine Davis sold in his gourd.

But it’s all for the good. At least he wouldn’t have to be taking a further risk.

Taking a deep breath, he gave a curt nod. "Let’s go back, then. He said with a forced smirk.

You lead the way," Davis replied and followed behind.

As they reached the hallway to his suite, the manager’s mind spun with possibilities. Why had Davis pulled back? What was he planning?

Davis’s lips curled into a cold smirk as he quietly observed his furrowing countenance.

door, Davis stepped forward beside him and

you later," he said coldly, pushing open

The door clicked shut.

to Ethan.

to his seat, picked up his laptop, and tapped the screen. It lit up

stationed on the floor below ours for a proper investigation

below?"

a hunch they might move

at the screen. "Our entire floor is booked. If they had moved it upward,

listened intently as Davis

operation. While I walked with the manager, I saw a large dent at the end of the hallway—paint scraped off. That route was likely

tapped a file on the

on the

slightly. "You think he’s

Davis said. "But I’m not sure about

a trusted security member and relayed

~Outside~

his gaze lingering on the closed

thoughts and

Something wasn’t right.

"Did he find out?"

is he planning

be blown. I’m not ready to lose my

afford exposure. Not

out his phone, he quickly dialed out. "Miss, I

there is a problem, then you solve it. That’s why you are the manager,"A

know. I had done all you requested, but another person has stepped into the picture," he explained, his frustration

that?" the lady asked, her voice strained with tension, a deep sense of dread spilling through her

"Allen. Davis."

seconds stretched unnaturally long, while the manager was waiting for

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