Susan looked at the room card key with suspicion. She wanted to ask a question, but the waiter had already left. She looked around but all the waiters were dressed similarly, so she couldn't identify him.
Brad asked someone to give her a room card key… something was up!
Susan held her chin and thought for a few seconds. Coupled with her understanding of Brad, a light smile appeared at the corners of her mouth. She walked towards the washroom.
Susan walked out slowly after less than five minutes. She held her handbag with one hand and the room key card with another. She passed through the crowds and entered the lift.
From afar, the waiter observed the floor the lift stopped at. Then, he took out his phone and made a call…
On the thirtieth floor of InterContinental Hotel, Susan walked out of the lift and followed the signs on the wall to room 3086. Standing in front of the door, she gently knocked.
Three seconds later, the door opened a two-finger-wide gap. It was dim inside.
Susan wasn't in a hurry to enter. The person in the room seemed to be waiting for her with great patience.
It was like they were sizing each other up silently with a door between them.
Susan tapped on her lips with her slender fingertip. She held the room key card and tapped it gently on the door. "Sir, you've dropped your room key card!"
She was betting that it was a man inside the room!
At this time, the room door was pulled open. The person inside was revealed to Susan.
The other party only had a white bath towel hung around his waist. His hair was half-wet and he didn't look good. He stretched out his palm and gestured for the room card key.
However, the moment he looked up and saw Susan outside the door, he was obviously stunned.
He only saw Susan pinching the room card key with two fingers. Her beautiful eyes were filled with a cold smile.
"Mr. Yach?!"
Susan recognized him at a glance.
He was the man by Xyla's side at the bar previously.
She remembered Xyla addressing him as 'Mr. Yach' then!
Mr. Yach stared at Susan with his sinister eyes. His face was full of anger as if he was being played.
He brushed away the messy hair strands in front of his forehead and raised the corners of his mouth wickedly. His eyes were filled with disgusting lust. "Since you know who I am, what are you waiting for?!"
After his words fell, he rushed forward and grabbed Susan's wrist. He planned to pull her into the room with a strong force.
Susan panicked slightly. She didn't expect Mr. Yach to make a move directly.
She staggered due to the pull. Amidst the panic, she calmed down and took a calm breath. Then, she stepped down on his instep with her high heels.
"Ouch!"
Mr. Yach screamed pitifully. His hand lost strength and the veins on his forehead bulged. It was obvious he was extremely angry.
He endured the pain and wanted to continue when a few dark shadows flashed past. Before he could see it clearly, he felt that his nose was smashed and his nose bone seemed to have broken.
"Oh…"
The power of this punch was so powerful that Mr. Yach fell to the ground. He touched his nose and howled in pain.
Susan was similarly stunned. Before she could react, a forearm with tight muscles had already covered her waist and pulled her aggressively into his arms. The tip of her nose was filled with a faint fragrance and she could hear the sound of a slow and steady heartbeat.
She had guessed who had arrived!
"Damn! Who are you? You actually dare to hit me?"
Mr. Yach lay on the ground. He held his nose and roared angrily. The towel around his waist spread loosely, covering only his vital part.
At this time, Luke rubbed his wrist. He kicked Mr. Yach's calf with his leather shoes. "I'm your ancestor!"