One Night Surprise Novel

Chapter 237 How Rough Was It?

Josh stood by the car door and perfunctorily gestured for Britney to take her leave. “Miss Price, please leave.”

Britney protested, “I need to talk to Alex—”

“President Duncan is currently occupied,” he interrupted as politely as he could.

There were others who were passing by the hotel and since she did not want to cause a scene in front of everyone, she stepped aside. She watched as the silver-grey sedan sped off without any further delay, leaving only dust in its wake.

Just then, a man dressed in a suit and leather shoes approached Britney from behind. “Like I said, my cousin has little regard for anyone else when he’s working on something important. If he could cast his own mother out of the Duncan Family when he was thirteen, what made you think he’ll treat you any differently? After all, you were only his fake girlfriend for the past couple of years and he saw you as nothing more than a shield.”

“Shut up,” she snapped with an icy expression. “You knew he’d be here today, didn’t you? Did you deliberately set me up so that he’d catch me talking to you?”

“Do you take me for a psychic?” James Duncan asked with a glint of amusement in his eyes.

“Don’t flatter yourself. As far as I’m concerned, you can’t even begin to compete with Alexander. Scheming was the only way for you to get to where you are now,” Britney countered without any reservation.

Upon hearing that, his eyes darkened as a thought seized him. He scoffed and gave her an unreadable look before he drawled, “Just you watch. Duncan Group is now under my control and it would thrive under my leadership more than it ever did under Alexander’s. I couldn’t be much worse off than him and should I fall, it would be much harder for him to rise again.”

Britney’s face blanched at his words. “What are you going to do?”

“I’m not going to do anything. Let’s just say that I’m planning ahead.”

The fallen leaves that were scattered by the hotel entrance rustled as the night breeze swept them along the pavement. She looked at James and she could not help but shudder at the deadly calmness in his eyes.

the elusive sign which read ‘White Moon Hotel’. The building was tucked behind a dive bar and upon entering, she was met with an odd look from the receptionist at the front desk. She frowned and went upstairs to discover that one of the room doors was left open while

without much thought, but when she caught sight of what lay within, her

was basked in a strange purplish-red glow and a red-and-black contraption—which measured up to the waist and resembled body-building equipment—stood right in the foyer. There were leather whips and candles littered all over the floor; all of them were used and stained with unknown liquid

hotel operated in such a seedy neighborhood. In retrospect, the receptionist at the front desk was dressed up in a provocative manner and appraised

was from a wealthy family. Who could have thought

entire fourth floor of the hotel, but failed to look for Room 419. She started to think that he had made a fool out of her when she heard the loud wail of

chaos and before she could react in time,

top floor! Quickly

to die! There is blood

“Call the police!”

the police over to this place!

too plain for anyone to take a second glance at her. Just to be on the safe side, she had deliberately chosen to wear a

her. How rough did they have to be to cause someone to get hurt? Are these people really not going to call

“Hi, is this the police? I’m calling from the White Moon Hotel. Somebody’s injured.” She paused as she

around before heading over to the stairway. She made her way up the stairs on her own, hoping that she could take photos to use as

the guise of a love hotel that was undoubtedly run by unethical groups who profited from the sex trade. Now that Courtney had

on the fifteenth floor, she saw that a crowd—mostly made up of members of the hotel staff—had gathered outside the room at the end of the hallway. A large man stood among them with his hands on his hips. When he spoke, it was with a gruff Northeast

there while they are

the hell is going on? I was trying to sleep when the ruckus broke out. Why should they fight in a place like this when they can sit down and work things out like

the time Courtney reached the room, the entrance was entirely blocked off from view and there was no way for her to see what was going on in the room. In exasperation, she turned to look at the large man, who was watching the fight with keen interest. “Excuse me, sir, but what’s going on in there?” she

answered, “Apparently one of them was caught sleeping with the other man’s wife and now they’re fighting it out. What are you doing here,