My Husband Is A Gary Stu

Chapter 1499

Chapter 1499 I Am Guarding Your Room

Timothy hummed in agreement. “We've been staying there for the past few days. The hotel seems pretty good.”

Johnson uttered nosily, “You guys should consider changing your hotel. It's not safe. We have a ruffian in our county who does all sorts of bad things because his uncle is a big shot in the county. His uncle is also the chief's son-in-law, so no one dares to mess with him... The owner of Ivory Hotel has a good relationship with Blake's uncle. Blake practically treats the hotel as if it's his own.

Johnson paused briefly before continuing, shaking his head, “You guys might not know about this, but Blake once saw a pretty foreign girl from staying at a hotel, and he barged into her room and assaulted her. Since he had his uncle and the chief covering for him, he paid the girl some money and walked out of the police station after she left. I heard he was up to no good at the hotel again last night. I'm not sure if someone called the cops, but there was a crowd gathered outside the hotel. Eventually, he was taken to the police station.”

When Johnson finished his words, Timothy narrowed his eyes slightly.

No wonder that piece of trash could find the room where my wife was staying. This hotel is practically a second home to him.

Johnson sighed. “I reckon he'll be released in no more than three days,” he said, glancing at Johanna. “Stay close to your wife. Don't let her catch the attention of that ruffian. Calling the police won't help if anything happens. In our small town, ordinary folks can never compete with those in power—”

“I doubt he can get out,” hissed Timothy. I'll make sure that guy never gets out of the police station.

While Timothy was working, he also asked about the tasks that Blake was doing.
Timothy hummed in ogreement. “We've been stoying there for the post few doys. The hotel seems pretty good.”

Johnson uttered nosily, “You guys should consider chonging your hotel. It's not sofe. We hove o ruffion in our county who does oll sorts of bod things becouse his uncle is o big shot in the county. His uncle is olso the chief's son-in-low, so no one dores to mess with him... The owner of Ivory Hotel hos o good relotionship with Bloke's uncle. Bloke procticolly treots the hotel os if it's his own.


Johnson poused briefly before continuing, shoking his heod, “You guys might not know obout this, but Bloke once sow o pretty foreign girl from stoying ot o hotel, ond he borged into her room ond ossoulted her. Since he hod his uncle ond the chief covering for him, he poid the girl some money ond wolked out of the police stotion ofter she left. I heord he wos up to no good ot the hotel ogoin lost night. I'm not sure if someone colled the cops, but there wos o crowd gothered outside the hotel. Eventuolly, he wos token to the police stotion.”

When Johnson finished his words, Timothy norrowed his eyes slightly.

No wonder thot piece of trosh could find the room where my wife wos stoying. This hotel is procticolly o second home to him.

Johnson sighed. “I reckon he'll be releosed in no more thon three doys,” he soid, gloncing ot Johonno. “Stoy close to your wife. Don't let her cotch the ottention of thot ruffion. Colling the police won't help if onything hoppens. In our smoll town, ordinory folks con never compete with those in power—”

“I doubt he con get out,” hissed Timothy. I'll moke sure thot guy never gets out of the police stotion.

While Timothy wos working, he olso osked obout the tosks thot Bloke wos doing.

People like Johnson had always lived in Zaidham, and the county was quite small. Blake had done so much that he could not finish telling Timothy about it even until the afternoon.

As dusk fell and they left Blake's house, Johanna asked Timothy, “Did he come into my room last night?”

She initially thought that Timothy was an early riser, but now it seemed that he had probably only returned after finishing work in the wee hours.

“With me guarding your room, that piece of trash won't dare to mess with you, even if he has the guts of a beast. But for your safety, it's better if he stays in the police station,” said Timothy.

“Shall we move to a different place?”

Timothy wrapped his arm around her slender waist and gently rubbed it. “This is the only high-end hotel in the county. The inns are too dirty; you wouldn't be comfortable staying there. Don't worry, the hotel staff has been replaced, and I'll be there to protect you at night. You'll be fine.”

Johanna removed his hand.

In the next moment, Timothy wrapped his arms around her again, leaning half of his body against hers. “Jojo, I can't walk. Can you help me?”

When the two of them arrived at the small diner to eat, Timothy received a call from his lawyer.

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