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    Bartley rubbed his sore legs as he slowly pushed himself up from the floor.


    “We’ve finally been rescued,” he sighed, stepping toward the elevator doors. But just as he was about to step out, Katelyn seized his arm, her grip firm. She peered anxiously at the narrow gap between the doors. “Hold on.”


    She turned back to the disy panel, her eyes locked on the flickering numbers. The chaos of the incident had left everything in disarray. The screen blinked erratically, the digits a confusing jumble. They had no idea where they were or what awaited them outside.


    Katelyn’s voice turned serious. “We should wait for the rescue team. If we step out now, we might fall into the shaft.”


    The thought of someone jumping out of a stuck elevator only to fall into darkness shed through her mind, sending a chill down her spine. Despite her fear, she felt some relief that their elevator had merely swayed and groaned, never plummeting.<fna4d3> ???s ??????? ?s ?????? ?? ?ovelFind</fna4d3>


    Bartley paused, his foot hovering near the door, but then slowly drew it back. He looked at Katelyn, her caution resonating with him, and nodded.


    Time stretched on in heavy silence, each second dragging painfully. Finally, the distant sounds of the rescue team reached them.


    The hotel manager let out a sigh of relief when he saw Bartley was unharmed. His shoulders rxed, and he forced a shaky smile. “I’m so d you’re okay,” he said, his voice still shaky from the tension.


    But Bartley’s expression was grim, his jaw tight and his eyes filled with anger. Once it was safe, he stepped out of the elevator, moving with a purpose that made his frustration clear.


    “Isn’t this elevator maintained regrly?” he demanded, his voice sharp. “How could you let something like this happen? What if a guest had been trapped in there instead of me?”


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    Each word was heavy with his anger, filling the space with urgency. This was a hotel—people should feel secure here.


    The manager nodded quickly, almost apologetically. “I’m really sorry, Mr. Lawrence. This is our responsibility. I’ll arrange for a thorough inspection of all the elevators today.”


    Bartley’s expression didn’t change. He locked eyes with the manager, his gaze unwavering. “It’s not just the elevators,” he warned, his tone serious. “You need to inspect the escape routes, the fire systems—everything. If this happens again, you don’te back to work. Do you understand?”


    Katelyn stepped back, observing Bartley as he addressed his team. His tone was sharp, and he stood with amanding presence. There was an unmistakable air of privilege about him—the kind thates from always being in control.


    People like Bartley moved through life with an easy confidence. They didn’t rush or fret; theirfort stemmed from having everything they wanted. This sense of security made them seem unshakeable, as if nothing could disrupt their calm.


    Whenever they entered a room, eyes naturally followed them. It wasn’t just wealth—it was the authority they projected. Over time, they had learned to navigate the world as if they belonged in the spotlight.


    Yet, as Katelyn watched him now, something felt off. There was a disconnect that puzzled her. This serious, no-nonsense side of Bartley matched her initial impression when they met. It was a stark contrast to the clumsy persona she had seen earlier.


    Was that just a cover? A way to keep others guessing?


    Before she could sort through her thoughts, Bartley spoke again. “The one you really need to apologize to isn’t me. It’s the guest. If Miss Bailey had been hurt in that elevator, the consequences would be much worse than what you’re dealing with now.”


    Mentioning Miss Bailey brought Katelyn back to reality. She nced at the elevator, her mind racing with questions she struggled to grasp. Could this really be just a mere coincidence?


    The manager’s face turned pale as he fumbled through his apologies.


    “Miss Bailey, this ispletely my fault. If there’s anything you’re unhappy with, please let us know. We’ll take your feedback seriously and ensure this never happens again.”


    Bartley’s voice broke through the tension, calm yet authoritative. “Last time, I gave you a VIP membership card. This time, we’ll offer financialpensation.”


    Katelyn felt the weight of the situation. Even if she were just another guest, this kind of incident could lead to serious consequences. They might keep it quiet for now, but whispers would definitely spread in the right circles.


    Without answering, Katelyn kept her eyes fixed on the elevator, her mind racing with questions. “How often do you do maintenance?” she asked.


    “Every six months,” the manager replied. “But this elevator was just inspected a week ago, and there were no issues.” His words lingered heavily, deepening Katelyn’s doubts. Bartley’s expression shifted too—he was starting to sense that something was definitely off.


    “Take a look at all the surveince footage,” Bartley instructed, his voice calm but firm. “We need to see if anyone tampered with the elevator before the incident.”


    Katelyn felt the heavy burden of owning the castle. idents happening to her could mean losing the ownership, along with her life—a chilling thought she couldn’t shake. Now that her ownership of the castle was made public, the dangers lurking had increased,plicating her efforts to uncover the truth.


    Lost in her thoughts, she didn’t notice the woman on the lobby’s sofa ring at her with clear hostility. Suddenly, the woman stood up, her high heels clicking sharply on the floor as she approached.


    “Are you the one trying to steal Mr. Adams?” she spat, her voice dripping with contempt.


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