Chapter 308

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After pondering for a moment, she agreed. “Alright, send over the details. I’ll be there.”
After all, this was an affluent family; surely there was no cause for concern. Moments after the call ended, Linsey’s phone buzzed with the details of the meeting.
The message read, “Rayhill Hotel. Tonight at 7 o’clock.”
“Why this hotel again?” Linsey was visibly baffled.
She recalled the scam call that had directed her to the same location not long before. Could this really be a coincidence?
Linsey shook her head, letting go of her suspicions for a moment. The client had already made a deposit. If it were a scam, surely they wouldn’t go to such lengths?
Moreover, Rayhill Hotel stood as one of the most opulent in Grester. Surrounded by numerous staff members, she felt reassured that her safety was hardly at risk.
Nevertheless, Linsey wasn’t taking any chances. She packed a few self-defense tools, a wise precaution given her string of recent mishaps. She didn’t want to get hurt again, especially with Collin’s birthday around the corner.
Once she wrapped up at work, Linsey notified her office of her evening plans before making her way to Rayhill Hotel.
But upon her arrival, the hotel manager halted her progress.
His eyes swept over her with clear disapproval, pinpointing her attire as less than suitable for the luxurious setting.
“Who are you? Are you unaware that our hotel enforces a formal dress code? Do you really think you belong here dressed as you are?” the hotel manager addressed her, disdain evident in his tone.
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Caught off guard, Linsey swiftly apologized. “Sorry, I didn’t know.” This was her first visit to Rayhill Hotel; the dress code was news to her.
It seemed she would have to return home to change.
At that moment, Gorman’s assistant was back on the line, his voice carrying a note of urgency. “Ms. Brooks, have you arrived?” The question sparked a flicker of doubt in her mind.
Why did he sound so desperate for her presence?
Shaking off her reservations, Linsey responded, “Sorry, I’ve been stopped at the entrance. It might take me a little longer.”
After a pause, the voice on the other end assured her, “Please wait a moment.” Perhaps she wouldn’t need to change after all.
Linsey paused, about to hail a cab for a quick retreat, but chose to wait.
Shortly after, a man in a crisp suit emerged from the hotel. He recognized Linsey immediately and approached with formal courtesy.
“Ms. Brooks, I’m the one who contacted you. Mr. Green awaits your arrival. Please, follow me.”
Linsey blinked. “Alright.”
Without giving it much thought, she followed him inside.
Out of nowhere, someone dashed over and blocked her path once more. She looked up—it was the hotel manager from earlier. This time, his haughty demeanor had vanished. Instead, he clutched Linsey’s hand and implored with desperation.
“Please forgive me! I didn’t realize you were an esteemed guest of Mr. Green’s! I was completely oblivious to your importance. Please, forgive my mistake just this once—I promise it won’t happen again!”
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