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“Isn’t this supposed to be a top-notch hotel? Why are there so few presidential suites left? I’m willing to pay double. Just get me a suite!”
The voice at the door was sharp and authoritative, belonging to a woman clearly ustomed to getting what she wanted.
Katelyn narrowed her eyes, immediately recognizing the voice, even through the barrier of the door.
It was Lise.
What in the world had brought her all the way to Yata? Were they both here for the same reason, trying to snatch up the overseas market resources controlled by Selina?
Katelyn nced at her phone, which still showed the call in progress, and lowered her voice. “Briar, something’se up. I’ll call you back in a bit.”
“Alright.”
After ending the call, Katelyn inched closer to the door, her ear pressed against it as she tried to hear every word. Another woman’s voice, anxious and apologetic, came through.
“It’s not about the money, ma’am. All our presidential suites are fully booked. But we have some lovely rooms downstairs, and we can offer a discount.”
“Forget the discount! Do you even know who’s with me? She’s worth billions! A discount is thest thing she needs. How could you suggest she stay in a lesser room?”
Katelyn’s expression tightened.
A billionaire? Did she hear that right?
It was definitely Lise’s voice, but who was the incredibly wealthy woman she was referring to?
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As Katelyn stood deep in thought, the door shook violently under a sudden, forceful pounding.
“Is anyone in there?”
Katelyn opened the door to find a breathtaking woman standing in the hallway. With her curvy figure, flowing blonde hair, and piercing blue eyes, she was a striking sight. Her wless skin and delicate, almost doll-like features made her beauty overwhelming.
Even Lise, who was usually considered attractive, seemed ordinary inparison. Katelyn’s eyes sharpened with recognition. This had to be the woman Lise had mentioned.
Lise’s eyes went wide with surprise, though her face barely concealed the intense dislike she felt.
“You! What are you doing here?” she demanded.
Katelyn leaned effortlessly against the doorframe, her eyes cool and collected.
“And why not?” she responded, unfazed.
Lise’s gaze flicked to the room number, her lips curling into a disdainful smirk.
“So, you’re the one who booked this room. Perfect. Now leave. Princess Elora needs it.”
Elora Williams’ eyes scanned Katelyn with open dislike. She then turned to Lise and asked, “Is this the woman you said stole your identity?”
Lise’s face quickly softened into a false, sugary smile, her voice dripping with insincere charm.
“Yes, that’s her. She’s a master at ying games, always scheming against me. If it weren’t for her, my reputation wouldn’t be in shambles.”
Lise’s eyes burned with intense hatred as she directed all the me at Katelyn.
Elora sneered, her eyes filled with contempt as she looked at Katelyn.
“You really are an idiot, Lise.”
Despite the insult, Lise kept her anger in check, forcing a wider, more ingratiating smile.
“Yes, yes, I’ve been so naive.”
It was the first time Katelyn had seen Lise adopt such a groveling attitude. She had seen many sides of Lise, from devious to frantic, but this was something new. Lise’s every movement was filled with obsequiousness as she bowed and fawned over Elora, like a servant groveling before her master.
Katelyn couldn’t shake the image of Elora pping Lise — she could almost see Lise thanking her for the indignity. The thought was harsh, but it seemed oddly fitting at that moment. Had Lisee to Yata by herself?<fn68cf> Checktest chapters at Find1Novel</fn68cf>
Before she could think more on it, Katelyn felt Elora’s cold, mocking starend on her with unnerving intensity.
“I’ll offer you a very generous amount to leave this room right now. I need to stay here.”
The arrogance in her voice made Katelyn’s forehead crease. She let out a sharp, coldugh.
“And why would I do that?”
“My money should be enough of a reason.”
Elora’s smirk widened as she reached into her bag, pulled out something, and tossed it onto the floor at Katelyn’s feet.
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