Chapter 834
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“Welcome, Mr. Mitchell!” The receptionist at the Empire Hotel’s Plomond branch greeted him with enthusiasm. When Neville arrived at the front desk shortly after Ethan, he asked, “Has the suite already been cleaned?”
The receptionist answered politely, “Yes, sir. Our policy requires daily cleaning, even if Mr. Mitchell doesn’t show up.”
Neville nodded and followed Ethan into the elevator.
Even though Ethan owned multiple properties in Plomond, he had never stayed in any of them.
As soon as they exited the elevator, Neville used the keycard to unlock the door to Ethan’s suite.
Once the lights flickered on, he set down Ethan’s suitcase and immediately walked through the suite to check that everything was in order. The room seemed just as it should be, and many of Ethan’s personal items had already been placed in the presidential suite. Out of habit, Neville opened the wardrobe and found nothing suspicious. After making sure the bathroom was also clear, he turned his attention back to Ethan.
“Everything’s good, Mr. Mitchell.”
“Alright. Go ahead and rest now,” Ethan said tiredly, stepping into the bedroom. He opened the wardrobe, grabbed a bathrobe, and headed straight for the bathroom.
As soon as the warm water touched his skin, Ethan could feel the tension in his body fade.
After Neville exited, he moved into the adjacent luxury suite, staying nearby in case Ethan needed anything.
The moment Neville stepped into his room, the door on the opposite side of Ethan’s suite creaked open. Tina appeared, wearing nothing but a bathrobe, and crept out silently. With precise movements, she used a keycard to open Ethan’s door. While he remained in the shower, she tossed her bathrobe aside and climbed into his bed, propping her chin with one hand as she stared toward the bathroom door, completely unclothed.
When the sound of water stopped, Tina’s pulse quickened with anticipation.
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She believed that with her wearing nothing and Ethan just coming out of a shower, they were bound to do something intimate soon. Within moments, Ethan stepped out.
Ethan stepped out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist and another in his hand to dry his hair. He hadn’t even looked up, too focused on drying his hair with the towel. Only when he got closer to the bed did he catch sight of a woman lying there, completely naked.
Ethan stopped in his tracks, his eyes suddenly sharp. “How did you manage to get in here?”
Tina lay sprawled across the bed, confident that she had him right where she wanted. She arched her back and reached out for the towel at his waist, convinced that a little touch would be enough to spark his interest. “Ethan… Do you think I’m beautiful?”
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