Sweet Subterfuge by Trina Duo

Chapter 243

“My apologies. Mr. Cole.” Larissa’s attitude was equally just as firm. Tm alrald you will not be able to give me the compensation that!

want.”

Suppose Dorian was acting inationally under the influence of alcohol In that case, she might have chosen to compromise for the hotel’s sake. After all, Summer Entertainment had collaborated with Regal Dynasty multiple times. If their production was filmed in Covenford, they would typically choose Regal Dynasty as the base for the entire production crew.

But she noticed a micro camera in Dorian’s room. It was placed on the TV stand, facing the bed. The camera was tiny, resembling a regular USB drive. If Larissa hadn’t worked in the hotel industry for a long time and had seen all kinds of micro cameras, she would not have noticed it at all

At that moment, she felt cold, having figured out in an instant that Dorian planned all of this.

She did not know what he was going to do with the footage, but it would definitely be something he could use as leverage over her.

Jay was furious. Under normal circumstances, he would have escalated the matter to the general manager of Regal Dynasty. Although he had not chen stayed in the hotel, their company was considered a big client of the Regal Dynasty as they had contributed significant income to the hotel

Regal Dynasty’s general manager would at least give him a little dignity and suppress this matter based on that fact, but he did not dare to do that.

Because the one behind Larissa was not just anyone: it was Kevan Rogers, a man who could destroy Summer Entertainment with just a

flick of his fingers

kingdom that he had spent more than hall his life building

But

that made him worry for over 20 years with his only

children, he would never have bothered to wrack his brains for solutions to protect or suffer all

humitation for his son.

f ucking as s out here right now!” He glared hard at Dorian in the

before he slowly realized that his dad was

wrong? Even though his mind was addled

moved away wisely at this

nimbleness looking nothing like that of a man

smacks could be heard as he slapped Dorian several times. None

from the blows, and

Jay never acknowledged this idiot

nephew-the real Dorian, who was an academically outstanding

young.

held his face and began to wall for mercy. “Stop it, uncle! Stop hitting me! I know I’m wrong!” He immediately