<h4>Chapter 112: Chapter 112: Miss Yates, I Have No Reason to Lie to You</h4>


    No way?!


    How could there be no vacant rooms?


    Such a big hotel, and it’s not even peak tourist season, how could all the rooms be upied?


    The receptionist apologetically smiled and again confirmed, "I’m really sorry, all our rooms have been booked."


    Her brows furrowed even tighter, feeling frustrated, she paced back and forth in front of the reception desk several times, then suddenly stopped, ced her hands on the counter, and bit her lip saying, "Then help me check if there’s another hotel nearby."


    The receptionist stayed silent for a few seconds before putting on an even more apologetic smile, "Miss Yates, we are the only hotel nearby."


    Upon hearing this, Scarlett Yates nearly sprang up, her eyes wide with disbelief, "You must be joking, only one hotel in such arge area?"


    "Miss Yates, I have no reason to deceive you, you can go check for yourself if you don’t believe me."


    It turns out there is only one hotel on this ind!!


    OMG, this means she has no other choice but to share a room with Matthew Saxon.


    This also means that if no one checks out in the next ten days, she’d have to share a room with Matthew Saxon for ten whole days?!


    Scarlett Yates’s face gradually fell.


    When she first arrived on the ind, she was excited and thrilled, thinking she’d have a good time since she’s already there.


    Who knew that not long after arriving, she’d hear such terrible "news!"


    As an official "couple", Roy Saxon naturally arranged only one room for her and Matthew Saxon, and there’s nothing wrong with that arrangement, except they aren’t a real couple!


    Outside, the sun was shining bright, yet Scarlett Yates wore a gloomy face, her good moodpletely dampened.


    With a downcast face, she left the reception desk in silence.


    As she walked away, she heard bursts of women’sughter outside.


    "Mr. Saxon is indeed so witty and humorous..."


    "If the men on this ind were all as charming as Mr. Saxon, I’d be willing to live here forever."


    "Mr. Saxon doesn’t have any special ns tonight, does he? We don’t have any ns, so you see..."


    The world is getting worse!


    How could someone so openly invite, and it’s a group of women inviting one man.


    Women from Z Country are indeed fiery and bold.


    But, why does it seem like the man they’re inviting seems to have the surname Saxon?


    Almost as if her curiosity was meant to be satisfied.


    The next second, a familiar voice reached her ears, yful and frivolous, "Sounds pretty good."


    Scarlett Yates froze, and her expression changed slightly.


    Sure enough, it’s that scoundrel Matthew Saxon!


    Looking up, she saw him with both hands in his pockets, leaning ntingly against the floor-to-ceiling window, casually dealing with several women around him.


    That captivating face of his attracted attention, not only from the women around him, who seemed captivated but also from any passing female who couldn’t resist taking an extra nce.


    He seemed very proud of the spectacle he had created, with an enchanting smile at the corners of his mouth, his wickedly long and narrow eyes half-opened seductively.


    The three women wearing only bikinis had perfect figures, their sun-kissed skin healthy and alluring.


    Matthew Saxon’s response evidently made them very happy, as if they’d won a lottery, they eximed with surprise, "Mr. Saxon agreed?"