2: Prepared a Gift for You

Prepared a Gift for You

The Presidential Suite floor. 2

The elevator opened.

A group of bodyguards and hotel employees escorted a good-looking man out.

The man had strong and cold features, and every part of his face was inexplicable perfection.

At a height of at least 1.86 meters, his stature and body proportion were better than that of a runway model!

He was wearing a tailormade, fitting suit, with a titanium cufflink that glistened splendidly under the chandelier.

The black suit encased his long legs as he strode elegantly and stopped before a room. A bodyguard then swiftly stepped forward to open the door.

The man entered the room, undid his tie and tossed it towards the wardrobe.

He was only two steps in when he felt an odd surge of warmth. Then, "click"—the door was locked from the outside.

He was a little caught by surprise and his brows were knitted. He reached for the knob and pulled it downwards.

It didn't work.

The man's expression darkened, and that was when his cell phone rang.

Caller ID: Yan Shaoqing.

He picked up and heard a cheeky male voice from the other end. "Second Bro, you're back. We specially prepared a gift for you. Have you seen it? Do you like it?"

A hint of anger spread on his handsome face. He squinted and said coldly, "What are you doing?! Open the door."

"Hehe, Second Bro, just focus on enjoying your beautiful woman. This time I found you one with a tip-top figure, looks, and everything you could think of. You'll definitely be satisfied!"

With that, he hung up first.

When he tried to return the call, the other end was already not in service.

*

Mo Yesi stood outside the bathroom with a solemn look.

The sound of water could be heard from inside the bathroom. Someone was in there.

His lips were distorted at a strange, stiff angle. A moment later, he pushed the door open.

Thick clouds of mist escaped through the door. A woman was humming softly behind that white veil of water droplets, over and over again like a little kitten.

His feet were rooted.

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