Chapter 4

Her phone rang, and she saw it was Sammie Lopez. “What’s up?”

“Angelia, are you at the hotel?” Sammie asked anxiously.

“It’s working hours, of course, I’m at Marriott International.”

“I’m in room 823, and Read is here. There are reporters outside. Can you think of a way to get rid of them?”

“What?” Angelia was not calm anymore. “Don’t fool around with men in my hotel. Read is a celebrity. It’s not surprising that reporters are waiting for him.”

“It’s even more dangerous for me to play in someone else’s hotel. I recently invested in a drama for him. It’s only right to take advantage of the opportunity. Anyway, let’s not talk about this. If I get caught, you’ll lose face, right? Quickly think of a solution.”

Sammie hung up the phone after speaking.

Angelia had an impulse to slap Sammie twice.When she left home and returned to her grandmother’s, her grandmother was seriously ill and had no money for treatment.

She was pregnant and not working when she coincidentally met Sammie.

Sammie liked men and couldn’t have that kind of relationship with a woman.

His family forced him to get married and have a child, so he paid for her grandmother’s medical treatment and she became his nominal wife.

Angelia had no choice but to go to the door of 823.

The reporters were very persistent and the security guards couldn’t drive them away.

The best way was to attract them with bigger news.

The manager called, but Angelia hung up on him and said, “What? Adeline? Are you sure?”

As she spoke, more reporters looked at her.

Angelia glanced at them and didn’t say anything.

She turned into the hallway and made sure someone was following her.

She continued on her phone, “Adeline wants the room card for 1908.

That room belongs to Jerome.

Did Jerome agree?

Give it to her.

We have a lot of reporters in the hotel now.

She’s a top actress.

Let her dress up and go to Jerome’s room.”

After Angelia finished speaking, she went down the hallway and bought a red suspender skirt, frog mirror, headscarf, and mask from the nearby mall.

She went to the 19th floor fully armed, used the room card to enter room 1908, and saw the reporters appearing one by one at the door through the peephole.

Angelia smiled slightly and waited for all the reporters to arrive.

She had prepared herself.

She took the manager’s clothes out of her bag, took off her red skirt, and prepared to change.

She heard the sound of the door opening and instinctively looked back.

Jerome came out of the bathroom…He had just finished taking a shower, his hair was still wet, and water droplets ran down his strong body, following the clear muscle lines.

He was only wearing a white towel wrapped around his waist, revealing his eight-pack abs, which were too tempting for Angelia, who turned her head in surprise.

Wasn’t Jerome supposed to arrive at the airport at 4:40 p.m.? How come he was already in the room so early?

She wore glasses and a mask, so Jerome probably couldn’t see her face.

She immediately put her dress back on and stuffed the hotel manager’s clothes into her bag.

Jerome walked towards her suspiciously and said coldly, “Who are you? How did you get into my room?”

“Oh, this is your room. The staff gave me the wrong room key, and I was also scared.” Angelia noticed his scrutinizing gaze and turned her body to face away from him as much as possible.

Jerome’s eyes became even colder. “Since you entered the wrong room, please leave.”

Angelia laughed nervously and felt guilty. There were reporters outside, and if she went out, it would probably be a terrible scene. “Are you sure?”

Jerome sneered at her reluctance to leave and her revealing outfit. “Get out.”

Angelia glanced at him and said, “Take care.”

Jerome didn’t understand her meaning, and Angelia opened the door.

A group of reporters rushed down and started taking pictures of them.

Angelia found a gap and slipped out.Jerome’s face darkened like a storm was approaching as he coldly said, “If anyone wants the company to go bankrupt, go ahead and release the photos.”

The reporters remained silent.

After Angelia came out, she received a text message from Sammie, saying “Thanks, I’ve safely left.”

She didn’t even bother to reply and immediately went to the neighboring mall to change into the hotel manager’s uniform.

When she returned, she saw the general manager standing at the door and immediately approached him respectfully and looked up.

“Where did you go? Why didn’t you answer the phone?” Walden asked sternly.

“Um, Jerome’s assistant said that Jerome likes light perfume, so I went to the neighboring mall to buy some perfume,” Angelia explained.

Walden looked at her clothes and asked, “Where’s your name tag?”

“Huh?” Angelia looked at her clothes and realized that her name tag was missing. Did she leave it in the mall?

Hopefully not in the Presidential Suite 1908.

“It might have fallen on the way. I have a spare in the dressing room,” she said.

“Hurry up, Jerome changed his flight and has already arrived,” Walden urged.

“Okay,” Angelia rushed to the dressing room.

Kate walked over and asked, “Angelia, did June go to room 1908 just now?”

“Did she? I don’t know, I was out,” Angelia smiled and opened the cabinet, stuffing her bag inside and taking her name tag off her clothes.

“She was wearing a sexy red camisole dress, like a vixen, and tried to seduce Jerome, but was kicked out,” Kate gloated.
Angelia’s hand trembled as she was wearing a red camisole dress and was kicked out.

She felt like they were talking about her and laughed nervously, “Maybe it’s just a rumor.”

“Angelia, if you’re busy, I can take over for you, especially at night, for free,” Kate offered.Angelia knew Kate’s intentions and made an OK gesture.

She went to the door of room 1908, took a deep breath, and knocked.

“Come in.”

Angelia opened the door and saw Jerome sitting on the sofa.

He was wearing a black suit, mature, restrained, and abstinent, holding her name tag in his hand.

Angelia had a bad feeling and lowered her head, her eyes flickering.

She walked up to Jerome, looked up, and respectfully said, “Hello, Mr. Taylor, I am your guest room manager, Angelia, and I am happy to serve you.”

Jerome narrowed his eyes and looked at her gentle and obedient appearance.

It had been five years, but she looked virtuous, gentle, and elegant, as if all the advantages of women were concentrated in her.

Jerome sneered, “Angelia.”

His name came out of his mouth with a hint of hatred.

Angelia’s heart trembled and she looked up at him anxiously.

Jerome’s gaze swept over the name tag in his hand and fell on Angelia’s face.

“Is this yours?”

Angelia felt guilty and smiled, “I must have dropped it while arranging the room. Thanks to you for finding it, otherwise, I wouldn’t know where to look for it.”

“Is that so?”

Jerome stood up, his imposing manner seemed to be able to instantly change the atmosphere, and an invisible pressure attacked her.