The Ivory Mill Hotel was an impressive sight to behold. Everywhere one looked, there were glamorous shimmering decorations, fine tapestries and lush carpets.
Eliza Cunningham walked out of the elevator, smiling sweetly.
Today was her fiancé's, Jeffery Dennis's, birthday. She managed to get hold of the hotel room card after knowing that Jeffrey has booked a room in the hotel.
She wanted to give him a surprise.
The door opened. Eliza entered the room and sat down.
There was a glass of water on the table. She was a little thirsty, and thinking that Jeffery was the one who had poured that glass of water, she did not hesitate and gulp down half of the glass of water.
Vague moaning sounds came from the bedroom.
"Eliza Cunningham, that b*tch, She doesn't love you as much as I do. I will give you my everything..."
"Isobel, my baby, hush now..."
The bedroom door was left slightly ajar. Eliza only had to tilt her head slightly to see what was happening on the bed.
The woman in Jeffery's embrace turned out to be her half-sister, Isobel Cunningham!
One year!
They had been doing this behind her back for a whole year?
She was unable to recognize the two human bodies her eyes had presented her, no matter how hard she looked. It was as if she was merely watching two animals in heat.
Two utterly shameless animals!
Eliza was about to rush in when she felt an unknown fire suddenly growing inside her body, throbbing.
It rendered her limbs weak, heavy. Her expression began showing signs of disorientation.
That glass of water. It must have been spiked!
Even if she had never taken such a drug before, she was aware of the effect that it may cause on her...
The two people in the room didn't seem to notice her at all. If Jeffery saw her in her current state... She didn't dare think of the consequences.
Her nails were almost buried in the flesh of her palms, and it was the pain that retrieved her from the brink of going completely berserk. She rushed out of the hotel room with the last bit of her strength.
The door slammed shut with a loud bang, loud enough for the two people on the bed in the room to hear.
Jeffrey wrapped the duvet around himself and walked out to the main room. He saw the door wide open, but when he looked outside, there was no one in the corridor.
Isobel stood by the door of the bedroom, seductively naked, When she saw that Jeffrey was going to call the front desk and ask, she went over and pressed the handset down, trying to stop him. "Don't be neurotic. I must have simply forgotten to lock the door when I came. No one's gonna come here."
Seeing Jeffery's reluctance to let go of the phone, Isobel continued to persuade him. "If the hotel really starts an investigation, your parents will know for sure. If that's the case, they will definitely find out about us."
Only then did Jeffery put down the receiver. At that moment, he really thought that it was Eliza who barged in.
However, with Eliza's bad temper, there was no way that she would let them off the hook so easily had she found out that he was with Isobel. She might as well burn them alive, preferably the entire hotel building too.
Today's his birthday, that idiot Eliza must be busy preparing for his birthday party. Why would she come to the hotel?
He finally put his worry to rest, turned around and closed the door behind him. "Baby Isobel, let's pick up where we left off..."
Eliza had by now arrived at the elevator. She leaned against the elevator doors feebly, no longer able to keep her body upright.
The elevator arrived. The door opened and she fell into a cold embrace.
Her whole body was burning hot, her face flushed. She looked at the man who was holding her in his embrace, her eyes misty, full of tormenting desire.
The man looked a little familiar, as if she had seen him somewhere before.
The strength of his arms felt so familiar to her.
"Help me..." She couldn't help herself from rubbing her body against him.
Three seconds later, Aryan Mcclure turned around, keeping the woman who was throwing herself into his arms behind him, blocking the surveillance camera's view of her current state and behavior.
Eliza, who was now standing behind Aryan, wrapped her arms around his waist. Her body writhing against his, desperate for touch.
Aryan took out his mobile phone and made a call. "Remove all current and subsequent footage of me in the elevator of Ivory Mill Hotel. Now!"
When they arrived at the destination floor, Aryan walked out with Eliza in his arms and swiftly made their way into the presidential suite.
