Still, even with such an appearance, there was a stark difference in the air around them. It wouldn't be hard to spot which one was the knockoff version of the original.
Call him paranoid or whatever, but Ryley had every right to be suspicious of this guy's arrival here.
"Did someone send you here? This is a restricted floor." He asked, blocking the housekeeper's way towards the presidential room.
Seeing how fast he folded his arms in front of his chest and furrowed his brows rather disapprovingly, it was clear that Ryley was bothered by the housekeeper's presence.
Feeling intimidated, the guy timidly bowed his head and answered, "Mr. Vincent notified us about the arrangement change earlier. He asked us to deliver the breakfast to Mr. Clyde's room."
Ryley pushed the inside of his cheek with his tongue, brows shot up high as his lips rolled inwardly. Now that he found out the reason, he realized the ploy Vincent had set up against him.
