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    Bartley replied with a note of indifference, his voice carrying a trace of irritation. “Alright, you can go and do whatever you want now. Please don’t disturb my guest any further.”


    His words were light, almost casual, yet they directly challenged Elora.


    The frustration evident in Bartley’s eyes was hard to mask. He had always seen Elora as an overly pampered princess, coddled by her family. But now, he was witnessing her more unreasonable and overbearing traits.


    He was determined that she would not sway him from his principles.


    Elora bit her lip hard, her face a mixture of anger and grievance.


    “You’ll regret this. I’ll make sure you apologize to me personally.”


    With those words, she grabbed her handbag and stormed off in her high heels.


    Lise, not willing to back down, threw a final spiteful nce at Katelyn before chasing after Elora.


    She believed she had all the time in the world to make Katelyn’s life miserable.


    As they left, Katelyn turned her attention back to Bartley, who had once again donned his wless mask of a smile. He was the first to speak, offering a courteous apology.


    “I’m sorry, Miss Bailey. Our negligence has unfortunately led to this situation. To make it up to you, we are offering an extension of your stay for another week at no extra cost. If you encounter any more issues, please contact our security.”


    Katelyn nodded, epting the gesture. “Thank you. I just hope there won’t be any more disturbances.”


    Bartley maintained his smile and replied, “It was apse on our part. We’ll ensure things are handled more carefully. I hope you’ll consider staying with us again, Miss Bailey.”<fn91d1> Th?s chapter is updated by FιndＮovel</fn91d1>


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    “Alright then.”


    Katelyn gave a brief nod and turned to head back to her room.


    However, a nagging feeling lingered inside her—a gut instinct telling her that Bartley might be more dangerous than he appeared.


    Someone who could so consistently hide their emotions behind a perfect facade was undeniably rming. Even with his constant smile, it was impossible to be sure what malice might be concealed beneath it.


    Katelyn decided to put the minor incident out of her mind and focus on her design projects.


    Hourster, Vincent returned, carrying a delicate box. He knocked on Katelyn’s door.


    Just the previous day, Vincent had mentioned that he had an important meeting in the morning.


    Katelyn gave him a slightly surprised look but moved aside to let him in. “Mr. Adams.”


    Vincent casually ced the box on the table. “I had Samuel pick up some local delicacies from Yata. I think you’ll find them quite enjoyable.”


    Katelyn nodded and opened the box, her eyes lighting up at the sight of a collection of exquisitely made pastries. The enticing scent immediately made her mouth water.


    “It’s unexpected that in such an upscale city, pastries are considered a local delicacy,” she remarked, impressed.


    The box contained sixteen pastries, each with a different shape and color, presumably offering distinct vors. Katelyn chose the most visually appealing one and took a bite.


    She was greeted by the rich, buttery vor,plemented by a blend of other ingredients, all harmoniously mixed without being overwhelming. The exceptional taste made her eyes light up.


    “These are wonderful,” she said. “They’re aromatic yet light, with just the right amount of sweetness.”


    Typically, Katelyn wasn’t a fan of sweets and rarely indulged in desserts. Yet, these pastries were surprisingly to her liking.


    Vincent rxed on the couch, watching her with a slight smile.


    “If you enjoy them, I can have Samuel bring moreter.”


    Katelyn nodded enthusiastically. These pastries were some of the best she’d ever tasted.


    “The local cuisine in Yata is quite distinct from what I’m used to,” she said. “Only the hotel’s restaurant, with its international offerings, feels familiar to me.”


    “Mr. Adams, would you care to try one?” she offered, holding up a pastry. “This one, in particr, is excellent.”


    As she spoke, Katelyn already nned to buy several boxes to take back to Aimee and her other friends when they left.


    Vincent’s gaze remained on her, a subtle smile ying at the corners of his lips. “The one you’re enjoying seems to be the best.”


    Katelyn nced back at the box, searching for another pastry of the same vor.


    “It seems there isn’t another one like this. Would you like to try a different vor? I bet they’re just as good.”


    Just as she reached for a pastry that looked simr, Vincent leaned closer, lowered his head, and took a bite from the one she was holding, iming it for himself.


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