Chester Yale's hawk-like eyes were focused on the lobby manager, sweeping across him menacingly.
"In VIP Room No. 8…" The lobby manager shivered under his murderous gaze, and hurriedly spoke.
"Mr. Chester!" Mr. Gomez arrived a step late with his crew. He faltered upon seeing the lobby manager, who was visibly shaking from Chester's intimidation.
The next second, Chester had already let go and entered the elevator.
Seeing this, Mr. Gomez hurriedly followed with his crew.
"Ding!" The elevator doors opened. Chester strode directly to the private room's door, "Kick the door open!"
"Yes, sir!"
A few bodyguards stepped forward and kicked the tightly shut door open.
Chester strode into the room. His dark, hawk-like eyes swiftly scanned the setting of the room.
Upon seeing Evelyn Sherman huddled on the edge of the sofa, his heart clenched.
