Winona Wallace installed surveillance equipnt on the 23rd Floor, directly receiving footage from the caras hidden in 10 rooms on the 22nd Floor, sothing even Sheila Fletcher didn’t know in advance.
If she had known, she wouldn’t have said so much to Leslie Howard in the room earlier.
Sheila Fletcher chose a room on the 22nd Floor simply because Winona Wallace had inford her that the wicked woman from William Carter’s family would receive a notification to catch an affair on the 22nd Floor.
Because of this, Sheila Fletcher almost fell for Winona Wallace’s trap.
Luckily, not long after Sheila Fletcher left, Winona Wallace returned to Room 2309.
Just as she entered and hadn’t had ti to review the previous videos, David Redington’s n burst in and took control of her.
At this mont, Leslie Howard, who was gradually losing consciousness, was still snuggling restlessly in David Redington’s arms.
While the man ordered his subordinates to arrange everything, Leslie Howard’s soft, boneless hand glided over David Redington’s broad shoulders.
And her restless, crimson little mouth was nibbling and kissing the man’s sharply defined jawline, the elongated neck, the sensual Adam’s apple...
The subordinates who saw this alluring scene were utterly stunned.
Yet David Redington managed to suppress his desire, holding the woman in his arms with a cold expression and casually instructed in a low, cool voice, "Send Miss Wallace into Room 2209..."
The cold blue eyes paused, then he looked up at the manager and asked, "Does the hotel have any dicine?"
The manager didn’t imdiately understand, but when he glanced at Leslie Howard tossing in David Redington’s arms, her face flushed, he suddenly grasped David Redington’s aning.
He shook his head, "No, we don’t dare to keep that kind of dicine."
It’s a joke; Reddington Hotel is a legitimate place, how could it stock such illicit drugs?
David Redington nodded slightly, "Then find so cold dicine for her, the kind that makes you sleep after taking it."
Although the Reddington family is in legitimate business, when they originally conquered the mafia in Europe and established a killer organization, they were not a charitable family that knew nothing of the real world.
David Redington, noble and aloof, would never act recklessly or exploit power over others for personal gain.
But that doesn’t an he wouldn’t retaliate against those who bully his Leslie.
However Winona Wallace treated Leslie, he would return it in kind.
"Yes." The manager nodded quickly, "And you, Young Master..."
David Redington’s cold, mysterious eyes darkened: "I’ll be in the Presidential Suite tonight... Without my orders, no one is allowed to disturb ."
*
The feverish Leslie Howard felt as if she was placed on a soft, comfortable cloud.
Her body was both empty and hot, with warm currents surging from deep within her.
"Leslie..." A man’s low, sexy voice whispered by her ear.
The tone mixed with an irresistible allure, causing Leslie Howard to sink deeply into it; even though she was not lucid, she couldn’t help but move toward the sound’s source.
That night, Leslie Howard experienced unparalleled ecstasy.
At the sa ti...
Bam, bam, bam——
"Open the door, William Carter, you shaless thing, get out here!"
Bam bam bam bam——
"Open the door, William Carter, I know you and that vixen are in there. If you don’t open the door, I’ll set the hotel on fire to see if you and that shaless bitch will co out!"
Winona Wallace ached all over; her arms, waist, and legs were all sore and weak, even the back of her neck was too stiff to move.
However, the knocking on the door was so noisy.
It was so loud that she couldn’t sleep...
Wait, sleep?
When did she fall asleep? Winona Wallace rembered that she was clearly in the room, having opened a bottle of champagne to celebrate while watching the footage of Leslie Howard being pressed by the old man.
[There will be another update around 00:00 tonight~]
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