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.

at the door, Davis stepped forward

he said coldly,

The door clicked shut.

Davis turned to Ethan. "Are

up his laptop, and tapped the

the floor below

below?"

hunch they might move it there. It’s easier to transport things out of the hotel from

at the screen. "Our entire floor is booked. If they had moved it upward, we would’ve likely

listened intently

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

file on the

show that the surveillance room is on the second floor. So why did he

widened slightly. "You

sure about Frank yet.

wasting time, Ethan called a trusted security member and relayed all the details of the

~Outside~

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

thoughts and

Something wasn’t right.

"Did he find out?"

is he planning

I’m not ready to lose my job

afford exposure.

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

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

person

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

"Allen. Davis."

the manager was waiting for a response, the beeping sound of the phone echoed in his ears as the call

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