Huo Yirong looked closely at the inflammatory video on his phone, his handsome face grave.
His gaze flickered, his eyes filled with a restless storm, his features dark and demonic under the dim light in the study.
The man raised his head, his deep pupils revealing an abyss: "Is the surveillance footage I copied from the hotel that night still available?"
Huo Qiang: "Yes, but the portion when Third Master entered the room is blank. The surveillance system had a malfunction."
Huo Yirong's finger tapped on the office desk, creating a crisp sound that filled the study with an ominous and oppressive aura.
After who knows how long, a chilling, mocking laughter echoed in the study.
"The Imperial Court Hotel belongs to the Su Family. It's quite the coincidence that surveillance happened to malfunction that evening!"
The cold and ruthless tone in Huo Yirong's voice was clear evidence of his fury.
Huo Qiang was well aware that the Imperial Court Hotel was owned by the Su Family.
