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?”

troubled. “The little guest in the VIP suite on the 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

on the 20th floor?” Courtney had never seen such a guest being recorded in her guest list. “Is he a new

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

absent? Is this proper?” Courtney asked. Upon making a prompt decision, she said, “Let’s go

up to her, saying, “He hasn’t eaten for a day. If he still refuses to eat, we’re

the elevator button. “Are there parents who left

to Courtney and

door to the suite, they heard the clatter of porcelains shattering into pieces, which was followed

“Miss Hunter is here!”

noise, everyone made way for Courtney, who then entered the room to find the living room in a mess so chaotic that one could scarcely find a place 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 shattered plates and mugs.

five-year-old boy really destroy the scene to such an extent?

“He has just shut himself

seemingly more than ten people outside the door—ranging from attendants to receptionists to hotel managers—were at a loss for what to