?Chapter 326:


    That night, Marc stood under the shower, the water running cold against his skin.


    At first, he thought it was just a temperature glitch—but then he looked up. Water was dripping from the ceiling.


    Disgusted, Marc stepped aside, watching the leak for a few seconds before quickly finishing his rinse and getting out.


    Back in bed, he shut his eyes, hoping for sleep toe.


    But just as he started to drift off, a loud drilling sound echoed from somewhere outside his room.


    It was relentless—impossible to ignore. He tossed and turned, growing more frustrated by the second. After a while, he sighed and reached for the phone, finally giving in and calling the front desk.


    At 1 a.m., Marc had spent what felt like ages trying to reach the front desk, but every call went unanswered.


    The racket outside refused to die down, leaving him with no choice but to yank on a jacket and storm downstairs.


    This was supposed to be Wredo’s most exclusive five-star hotel—celebrated in every travel guide, praised by everyone who could afford it.


    Marc had hesitated before splurging on a room here, steeling himself for the hit to his wallet. Never in his wildest dreams did he imagine his first night would go so sideways.


    As the elevator doors slid open, Marc spotted a receptionist stationed behind the desk, scrolling absently through something on the screen.


    The receptionist’s smile remained intact when Marc approached. “Sir, how may I help you?”


    “My bathroom’s leaking, and the noise is unbearable. I’ve called repeatedly—no one answered. What kind of operation are you running here?” Marc’s voice cut through the lobby, sharp with exhaustion and frustration.


    The receptionist listened with the enthusiasm of a statue. “Is that so? Our hotel has no leaks. We also prohibit any kind of construction at night, so there shouldn’t be any noise.”


    Marc clenched his jaw, barely holding back as the receptionist dodged responsibility. “What’s that supposed to mean? Are you seriously implying I invented all this just to mess with you? Feel free to check my room yourself—see if there’s a leak or noise.”


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    “If our hotel isn’t meeting your expectations, sir, you’re free to stay somewhere else. I apologize for the inconvenience.”


    Without waiting for a reply, the receptionist nced away and busied herself with paperwork, refusing to engage further.


    Seething, Marc clenched his fists and strode toward the elevator, determined to drag Doreen out of this disaster of a hotel.


    He headed toward the elevator, only to nearly collide with Ste, who had just strolled in after ate-night snack outing.


    The sight of her, so rxed and cheerful, made something sour twist inside Marc. He stopped her cold.


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