Chapter 493
Michael nearly jumped out of his skin. “Mrs. Stapleton? Which Mrs. Stapleton? Are you sure you saw her correctly?”
The young man rolled his eyes. “How many Mrs. Stapletons are there in Orenth? The one Mr. Stapleton acknowledges. Is there any other?”
“That’s not the point! The point is, did you really see her go into Harry’s room?”
“Clear as day.”
Michael felt a headache coming on. Penelope disappears for six years, and the moment she shows up, she walks right into the den of that old lecher, Harry.
This couldn’t happen. He couldn’t let anything happen to her.
Michael immediately got up and headed for the terrace.
The wind was strong outside, where Theodore and Hamilton were leaning against the railing, smoking.
“Your resort winning the accommodation bid for the upcoming tournament has made a lot of people jealous, especially the Bishop Group,” Hamilton said, tapping the ash from his cigarette.
Theodore took a long drag. “Everyone wants to use this tournament as a stepping stone to land the government’s international trade conference contracts next year.” “Strictly in terms of hotel services, Zenith Group isn’t as experienced as the Bishop Group.”
“Right. Which is why we need more experience. The higher-ups probably took that into consideration.”
Hamilton laughed. “That’s some gangster logic right there.”
Theodore exhaled a cloud of smoke. “As long as it makes money, I don’t care if it’s gangster logic or not. People can say whatever they want.”
“Mr. Gomez’s daughter seems to be quite taken with you.”
“Is that so.”
“No interest?”
“Some.”
Michael arrived just in time to hear that last word and paused.
“Michael, why are you sneaking around?” Hamilton teased.
Michael Hamilton a glare. “I
was just wondering why you
out here for so long. Honet
secrets
any
from the rest of us?
belongs to sŵnovels
“Get lost. What secrets could two guys have?”
“Just smoking, I see.”
“You want one?”
Michael glanced at Theodore, who was still feaning over the railing, staring out at the distant city lights as he smoked Seizing the
opportunity, he shot a meaningful
look at Hamilton.
Hamilton got the message, made a quick excuse, and draped an arm over Michael’s shoulders, leading him away from the terrace.
“What’s wrong?”
Michael quickly told him about Penelope going into Harry’s room. Hamilton was speechless for a moment.
“Is that woman insane? Didn’t she bother to find out who Harry is before she walked in there?”
“Probably not. She wouldn’t have dared if she knew.”
Harry plays dirty. Some of the girls who go into his rooms come out completely broken.
“Let’s not waste time. We have to go get her.”
“Should we tell Theodore?”
“No way. He hates it when anyone even mentions her name. It’s like he wants to cry every time. The wound is still deep.”
Michael’s lip twitched. That was a slight exaggeration, but not entirely untrue.
The two of them hurried to Harry’s room. Just as they arrived, the door burst open, and a burly man was sent flying out.
With a loud thud and a cry of pain, he landed heavily on the floor.
The two guards at the door stared for a second before rushing inside. A moment later, they too were kicked out, one after the other.
Michael and Hamilton exchanged a look and instinctively ducked into the nearby stairwell.
Penelope emerged, shaking out her hand. Her clothes were neat, and
she was completely unharmed. She
still wasn’t satisfied, walking over to one of the men on the floot and kicking him in the stomach.
“Where’s your tough guy act now? You actually thought I’d fall in line? And I’m the
one who needs help? Really?”