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.

they arrived at the door, Davis stepped forward beside

you later," he said coldly, pushing

The door clicked shut.

to Ethan. "Are

gave a nod. Davis returned to his seat, picked up his laptop, and tapped the screen.

floor below ours for a proper investigation carried out

floor below?" Ethan asked,

"From the start, I had a hunch they might move it there. It’s

moved it upward, we would’ve likely intercepted them at the first

listened intently as Davis

notice the mess in the fitting room? The disarray suggested a hurried operation. While I walked with the manager, I saw a large dent at the end of the hallway—paint scraped

a file on

show that the surveillance room is on the second floor. So

slightly. "You

said. "But I’m not sure

time, Ethan called a trusted security member and relayed all

~Outside~

the manager stood still outside Davis’s suite, he took a deep breath, his gaze lingering on the closed door for a while, his

churned with thoughts and a

Something wasn’t right.

"Did he find out?"

he

my cover can’t be blown. I’m not

afford

phone, he quickly dialed out. "Miss,

That’s why you are the manager,"A cold, sarcastic voice filtered over, freezing

person has stepped

that?" the lady asked, her voice strained with tension,

"Allen. Davis."

while the manager was waiting for a response, the beeping sound of the phone echoed in his

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