One Night Surprise Novel

Chapter 11 Little Master Has Gone Missing

“So what happened today was an accident too, where you used me as a cover?”

Alexander helped her simply because he didn’t allow her—his employee and one of his people—to be challenged and provoked by outsiders. He bent over to get close to her ear before speaking in a voice as cold as an ice lake. “I hope that what happened today will not happen again. If you throw yourself at me again, I don’t mind ending your three-month probation ahead of time.”

Alexander stared at Courtney until she felt a chill running down her spine. The latter was choked with anger, but she couldn’t get rid of the anger inside her.

Just as Alexander finished his sentence, the elevator door opened with a crisp ding! No longer desiring to continue fighting, he turned around and left. Only then did Courtney’s tensed body go limp.

I can’t have a good opinion of this big boss for more than three seconds! she thought to herself.

When she arrived at the department, her assistant, Vivienne, stopped her with a panic-stricken expression. “Miss Hunter.”

“What’s wrong? What happened?”

20th floor is kicking up a fuss. He refuses to eat anything and has thrown many out of his room. His room is in a mess right now, and our hotel will be held

in the VIP suite on the 20th floor?” Courtney had never seen such a guest being recorded

five years old, but he’s got quite a temper despite his young age, and no one can calm him down. He is smashing

asked. Upon making a prompt decision, she said,

for a day. If he still

for a kid to feel insecure when his parents aren’t around,” Courtney uttered while pressing the elevator button. “Are there parents who left

head next to Courtney and nodded with an

into pieces, which was followed by exclamations from the hotel attendant. Many staff members were standing outside

“Miss Hunter is here!”

to get a foothold. The sofa covers and cushions were thrown all over the floor, whereas the glass containing fruit juice was turned over and mixed together with the spaghetti and the

gave a gasp of shock. Can a five-year-old boy really destroy the scene to such an extent? “Where’s the kid?” she

manager behind her pointed at the bedroom. “He has just shut himself in. What do you

people outside the door—ranging from attendants to receptionists to