Chapter 256
The lobby manager nodded curtly, swiftly grabbed a set of keys from the front desk, and, flanked by two burly bodyguards, made his way to the room Brielle had requested the previous night.
This was Max’s private suite, a place only accessible to cleaning and sanitization staff. No one else ever set foot in there.
The manager unlocked the door and was greeted by the sight of a pristine living room. The security feed showed that the man Brielle had brought with her had never left, yet the room was now eerily empty.
*Clang Clang!*
A noise echoed from the bathroom.
The manager thought his ears were playing tricks on him, but he cautiously approached the bathroom door and pushed it open.
Before him, tied to a chair, was Spencer. The sight threw the manager’s world into disarray. Wasn’t this the young master of the Dorsey family?
Hope flickered in Spencer’s eyes as he saw someone other than Brielle, and he began to struggle frantically.
The manager broke into a cold sweat and shot a look at his bodyguards. Without hesitation, one of the bodyguards crept up behind Spencer and knocked him out.
The manager almost dropped the phone he was holding. “Do you have any idea who he is? Who gave you the order to hit him? I meant for you to untie him!”
The bodyguards were flabbergasted.
As the manager gazed at the unconscious Spencer, he felt the air being squeezed out of his lungs. This was a disaster. He clutched his phone with trembling hands and called Max.
“Uh, Mr. Dorsey, it seems Ms. Brielle has… uh, tied up Mr. Spencer in the hotel, and, well, there’s something stuffed in his mouth.”
Max’s eyes narrowed. “You’re saying Brielle kidnapped Spencer?”
The manager nodded frantically. “Yes, what should I do now?”
Max tapped his fingers lightly on the bedspread, pondering. Brielle had lured Spencer to the hotel to kidnap him? But why?
“Is the surveillance footage destroyed?”
“From the moment Ms. Brielle arrived at the hotel, all footage related to her and Mr. Spencer has been destroyed.”
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“Alright, I’ll have someone come to move Spencer.”
“But Mr. Spencer saw our faces”
“It doesn’t matter.”
With Max’s assurance, the manager wiped the sweat from his forehead, relieved that he wouldn’t be held responsible for Spencer’s predicament.
Max’s voice came through the phone again, “Who was watching them?”
The manager, prepared for this question, didn’t hesitate to reveal the name. “A lady named Lillian. She seemed to have spent the entire night outside Ms. Brielle’s door and was the one who followed Ms. Brielle in, taking the room next door.”
A chill passed over Max’s eyes. It was her again. “I understand.”
The manager let out a sigh of relief and couldn’t help but ponder. Ms. Brielle had kidnapped Mr. Spencer of the Dorsey family, and yet Max, the CEO, seemed to be covering up for her.
It appeared Ms. Brielle held a significant place in the CEO’s heart. He turned to the bodyguards and cautioned them. “From now on, keep a closer eye on Ms. Brielle’s affairs.”
“Understood.”
After hanging up. Max had Patrick arrange for a team to move Spencer. They acted swiftly. transporting the still unconscious Spencer to a secure location.
No sooner had they left than Ryan’s men arrived, but after scouring the surveillance, they found no trace of Spencer at the hotel nor any sign of Brielle’s check–in.
How was this possible?
The street cameras had clearly shown Spencer heading to the hotel and Brielle had been seen arriving too. Why were there no records of their stay? The footage suggested nothing out of the ordinary, with no sign of either individual
Ryan’s expression darkened. He had thought that finding Spencer would allow his men to deal with Brielle safely, but now, with Spencer missing, there was a risk.
Despite his reluctance, Ryan had to order his people to withdraw and focus on searching for Spencer.
Meanwhile, Brielle was on her way back to the hotel. She parked her car by the curb, intending to head inside. Just as she came to a stop, a van nearby hurtled towards her, seemingly out of control.
Brielle didn’t have time to think. She flung open her car door and leaped out. The car smashed past her, grazing her thigh and drawing blood. Her own car was sent careening into a nearby building, its frame grotesquely twisted. Had she not jumped in time, she would likely be dead.
Brielle stood to the side, her heart racing as blood trickled down her leg.
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The commotion drew the attention of others in the hotel, and the lobby manager was the first to emerge. Seeing Brielle’s bloody leg, he was taken aback and immediately called Max Sr. MS. Brielle’s been in an accident.”
Before he could finish, the call was abruptly ended.
