"What the hell do you mean?" Larissa was no longer able to keep calm, and she leaped to her feet, scaring the waiter who had brought her drink over."Your—your lemon tea, miss." The waiter put the cup on the table nervously, his eyes darting between the two before leaving. Even then, he kept turning back to look at them.Having been interrupted like that, Larissa recognized that she was in a public setting and somewhat restrained her discontent."I paid the down payment, and I’ve been paying the monthly mortgage too. If the house has nothing to do with me, then who else could it belong to?" She struggled to keep her voice low enough so that only the two of them could hear.Hearing this, Travis unhurriedly retrieved yet another document from his ever-present briefcase."Take a look at this."On the top of the first page, bold letters announced the document to be an agreement for the gifting of property. Larissa’s gaze stopped at the title for two seconds before she began reading q
Larissa was confused by the accusation. But as she was someone who had quite some experience working here, she had met more unreasonable guests.Therefore, she was able to react quickly and gave her an apologetic smile. "My apologies, Ms. Gallagher. There must be a misunderstanding here. I just got back, and I am not quite sure what’s going on. Could you give me some time to look into the situation?"At the same time, her mind was racing. The Regal Dynasty was a proper hotel with an established background. It would not be possible for them to forcibly evict someone without cause. But seeing the guards and cleaning staff present, the eviction did not seem false either.Larissa could think of no one else who had the power to evict guests other than the general manager.She was just about to call him for clarification about the situation when the door to the room at the end of the corridor opened.Dylan emerged in his pajamas. His was stone-faced and exuded a cold aura similar to Kev
Dylan spat out the water he had just drunk.He hurriedly leaned forward to grab tissues from the dispenser and wiped his mouth as well as the wet stains on his clothes."My apologies." He was a tad embarrassed, and yet there was a hint of amusement in his eyes. Once he had straightened up again, he pretended to act serious by rubbing his chin in deep thought. Then he said in a straight-faced manner, "There actually is something wrong with Mr. Rogers. He really does have a problem."Larissa perked up at that."He’s a total germaphobe," Dylan grumbled with disdain, clearly having been a victim of it.This bit of gossip was nothing exciting for Larissa, but as she had not quite experienced it herself, she could not relate to him.She just didn't quite understand. "How does being a germaphobe have anything to do with rejecting Karin Gallagher?""Mr. Rogers’ germaphobia is so extreme that he can’t even have bodily contact with anyone else. When he goes out on business trips, he doesn
"Such as…" Dylan’s smile became sly as his gaze shifted over to Kevan. "Having good relations with Mr. Rogers here and having him help out in dealing with them."Larissa’s ballooning anticipation burst like Dylan had punctured it with a needle."Um…" She glanced furtively at Kevan, who seemed completely indifferent. "It’s better not to bother Mr. Rogers, right?"Kevan spoke up at this time. "What, you don’t think I’m good enough for the task?" He gazed at her with a half-smile on his face.Larissa quickly explained. "Of course not. You’re a busy man, Mr. Rogers. How could I trouble you with something insignificant like that? Besides, I’ve only known you for a few days…"She did not know which part of her words had ruffled Kevan’s feathers."Indeed." Kevan’s smile got a little bigger, but his gaze became cold. "How could you trouble me with something as trivial as this? However—" His words suddenly took a turn. "You did me a big favor yesterday, I should repay you somehow. Why don
When Larissa opened her eyes, she was still rather out of it.Even so, she could recognize that she was in Room 8888, the place where she had been "fortunate" enough to have spent that fateful night with Kevan.Shock and fear chasing away the last bit of tiredness in her bones, Larissa lifted a corner of the sheets—She was not naked like she thought she would be. However, her current state of dress was not that much better either. The clothes she wore yesterday were gone. They were replaced by a high-end silk dressing gown that the hotel had custom-made for high-profile guests.Moreover, the concealer on her neck was gone too, revealing deep red kiss marks.She could not remember what happened last night and dared not try to recall the events.She was alone in the huge king-sized bed, the space beside her empty. The pillows were stacked neatly at the head of the bed, and the sheets were neat apart from the side that she slept in.Larissa did not know if Kevan had already left t
As Dylan had full discretion in handling the divorce, Larissa—despite being the plaintiff—had pretty much nothing to do.Having two days of leave left, Larissa decided to visit a real estate agency so that she could rent a small apartment near the Regal Dynasty Hotel.The hotel was located in one of the most prosperous locations in Covenford. The area surrounding it had high-end neighborhoods whose properties cost over ten thousand dollars per square foot. Vacant properties in the area were rare, and even if there were any, they were not available for rent to outsiders.She could only settle for the next best thing and fixed the location range of her new home within the distance of three train stations, or a half-hour’s driving distance during non-peak hours.The real estate agent led her around for the whole day to view several properties, but they either had noisy surroundings or were old buildings that lacked elevators.In other words, none of them satisfied her needs.Draggin
Dylan was quite famous in his industry and had been specifically handling divorce cases for wealthy clients in recent years. The remuneration for each case was over a million dollars. In addition to his position as the co-founder of Microworks Corporation, buying a house in Covenford was as easy as pie."I happen to have an empty apartment. It’s just nearby in Foxtail Garden."Foxtail Garden was one of the elite, high-end neighborhoods in Covenford. Those who could afford properties there were either rich or had high social status. Moreover, Foxtail Garden was the closest neighborhood to the Regal Dynasty Hotel, and the surrounding facilities were readily available."Really? You’ll rent it out to me?" Larissa could not believe her luck."Of course." Dylan nodded, his face showing nothing but seriousness. "If you want to rent it, you can follow us to have a look right now.""Great!" Larissa agreed at once.There was a car waiting at the main entrance of the hotel. The moment Kevan
Larissa went downstairs with Kevan. He said he had left something behind at the hotel and wanted to get it back.His legs were much longer than Larissa’s, and she had to jog to keep up with him. Even then, she barely could—due to how fast he was.Although she wore flats, her feet were starting to hurt from having walked around for the whole day. Her leg muscles were getting taut too. Her calf suddenly spasmed, and Larissa hissed, leaning down to put pressure on that spot.Hearing that the footsteps behind him had stopped, Kevan's eyes narrowed. He turned and saw that Larissa was quite a distance away, her body twisted into an odd posture.He quickly made his way over to her and asked, "What’s wrong?"Although Larissa had embarrassed herself several times before him, she still could not help blushing at her latest blunder."My…" She hid her face in the shadows by looking down, keeping her voice as small as possible. "...Leg cramped."Kevan heard her just fine. He knelt down and g