Saved by the Mafia King

Chapter 6 What Is He Doing?

Elizabeth looked at her phone, she was stunned for half a second before she quickly stood up and went downstairs.

The Wildecastle Club was the highest-class private club in Swynwick. Although Elizabeth had never been here before, as a hotel employee, she knew its reputation.

Money alone couldn't buy admission to such a high-end club. Those members were highly privileged.

It was not strange for such a big shot like Ronald to appear in this place.

'But why did he ask me to come here?' thought Elizabeth.

Filled with doubts, she got out of the car and headed for the lobby.

When she was at the door, she was stopped by security guards.

"Sorry, ma'am. This is a private club, so only VIP members can enter."

After Elizabeth heard this, she realized that she was still wearing the uniform of the hotel. It would be difficult to enter if she just dressed like this.

Just as she was thinking about how to deal with the two security guards, she saw Oliver walking out from inside.

'I invited her over. Can't she come in?'

When the security guards saw Oliver, they quickly apologized and let her in.

After Elizabeth entered the hall, Oliver pulled her to the side and then placed a room card in her hand.

"Mr. Marquez is in Room 999. You should go over now. Don't let anyone enter that room. If anyone knocks on the door, make sure they leave. Do you understand?"

"What?" Elizabeth held onto the card with a confused look. "What about you?"

"I have my own schedule. I'll come and pick you up in half an hour." After Oliver finished speaking, he did not wait for her to ask any further questions and immediately left.

Elizabeth looked at the numbers on the room card and braced herself to walk towards the corridor.

At the end of the corridor, there was an elegant garden, and on the other side of the garden, there was a row of quaint and unique-looking rooms. Elizabeth walked forward and finally stopped at the door of Room 999.

She double-confirmed the number on the room card. She was at the right place.

Reaching out her hand, she swiped the card on the sensing lock. With a click, the door opened.

The light in the room was dim, and what entered her sight was a screen with a picture of a lady. The interior was decorated in an antique manner.

Elizabeth slowed down as she walked into the room. The door automatically closed behind her.

After coming round the screen, before she could clearly see the scene in front of her, she was pulled over by someone. While her mind was in a state of chaos, she fell heavily into a large carved wooden bed.

She was about to call for help, but her lips were tightly sealed by a hot kiss.

"Ugh..." She struggled to free herself from his grasp, only to discover that the harder she tried to, the tighter his restraints would be. The force that pressed against her was so heavy that she could barely breathe.

'What the hell is going on?' Elizabeth thought, her mind nearly going blank.

She instinctively wanted to defend herself, but the difference in strength made it impossible.

She smelled faintly of alcohol.

'Is he drunk?' Elizabeth wondered.

As she thought of this, he had unknowingly lifted her knee-length skirt and moved his hand upwards.

The man buried his head in her neck, breathing in the fragrance that came from her. A distant and familiar smell seemed to awaken the long-buried nerve in his memory, and a burning impulse roared inside him, threatening to burst out.