“Yes.”
Speaking of Scarface, he had been anxious all night.
He and his men had searched the hotel repeatedly, but no matter how many times they went up and down the stairs, they couldn’t find the suite Amelia had mentioned. It was as if a room had mysteriously vanished.
Even the hotel’s guest services manager joined them in the search, yet they still couldn’t locate the correct room.
It wasn’t until news spread online that guests staying at the hotel might win the lottery that he finally delivered the Mountain stone Amelia had requested.
Scarface hadn’t slept a wink, and sweat covered his forehead. The first thing he did upon seeing Amelia was pull her aside.
“Miss Amelia, there’s definitely something strange going on in this hotel,” he said, voice full of unease.
He then recounted
