Chapter 2: Prepared a gift for you

After their intimate moment, they turned around and headed back to the hall.

Joanna's face was pale, and her heart felt like it had been torn open.

With teary eyes, she looked up and saw David walking towards her with his arm around Annie's waist.

Seeing them coming closer, she panicked and turned around to run away.

*

Joanna felt dazed, unsure if it was the alcohol's aftereffect, but she began to feel dizzy.

As she ran, she saw several tall and sturdy men in black suits approaching her.

She accidentally bumped into one of them.

About to apologize, she was grabbed by the man who said, "It's her. We found her. Take her away!"

What does he mean by "it's her"?

Did they get the wrong person?

Joanna struggled a bit, trying to resist, but she had no strength left in her body.

Her head grew dizzier, and her consciousness blurred...

*

Presidential suite floor.

The hotel elevator door opened.

A remarkably handsome man was surrounded by a group of bodyguards and hotel staff as he stepped out.

The man had an overpowering presence, with cold and exquisite facial features. Every part of his face was beyond perfect and difficult to describe.

He was at least 6'1" tall, with a physique even better than a supermodel walking on the runway!

He wore a finely tailored handmade suit with platinum buttons on the cuffs and chest. Under the crystal chandelier's light, they refracted dazzling, eye-catching brilliance.

His black suit pants wrapped around his straight and long legs. He walked elegantly, and when he reached a room, a bodyguard immediately opened the door for him.

The man entered the room, removed his tie from around his neck and casually tossed it into the closet beside him.

He had only taken two steps in when his body suddenly felt an unusual heat. With a click, the door was locked from the outside.

He paused, frowned, and walked briskly over to the door, trying to pull it open.

It wouldn't open.

He pulled two more times, but it still wouldn't open.

The man's face darkened, and his phone rang at that moment.

Caller ID: Yannick Luther.

As soon as he answered, a playful male voice from the other side said, "Ashton, we prepared a special gift for you since you just returned. Have you seen it? Do you like it?"

A hint of anger appeared on the handsome man's face, his eyes narrowing, and his deep magnetic voice coldly replied: "What are you doing? Open the door."

"No can do. Ashton, Frank and I have a bet tonight. If you come out like this, I'll lose everything down to my underwear."

Another annoying voice came through: "Ashton, I bet you'd hold on. Don't disappoint me!"

The man's face grew darker.

After speaking, the call was hung up.

He tried calling back, but the other party had already turned off their phone.

*

Ashton Heath stood outside the bathroom with a gloomy expression.

There was the sound of running water inside the bathroom, indicating someone's presence.

His lips curved into a cold and rigid arc. After a moment, he reached out and pushed open the door.

He couldn't help but pause at the sight before him.