Chapter 1508
Clara Carrington furrowed her brows, pondered for a mont, then said, "It’s alright, it’s not a big deal."
"Um, there’s also sothing about the suicide issue. The suite involved in the suicide rumor is the Presidential Suite of the D’Swiss Hotel. I’ve confird that the person staying in that suite is Anders Spence, and he booked it for three months!"
"Three months?!"
At that, Clara could no longer remain seated.
Before she could respond further, the sound of frantic footsteps approached from outside.
"Bad news, Miss Carrington, Damien Hart is here! His fans are way too crazy, they’ve already taken over the entire street!"
This news hit Clara like a spark to dry dynamite, leaving her entirely stunned.
It took her a whole ten seconds to respond.
"Let’s check it out first!"
After managing to regain her composure, she walked over to the window and looked down.
The room faced the street, with a direct view of the activity below.
What she saw made her blink in disbelief.
The area below was teeming with fans, the majority of them there for Damien Hart.
They even carried around supportive banners, as if they were at a concert.
"Miss Carrington, what do we do now, we didn’t anticipate this!"
Clara Carrington: "Impossible, I clearly heard Damien Hart say he won’t co today..."
Before she had finished speaking, she suddenly turned pale.
"So, this is the real trap?"
"Miss Carrington, what are you saying?"
Clara, her face afla with anger, grabbed his collar and demanded, "Are you sure you saw Damien Hart’s car?!"
"I, I think so. It was a minivan. Everyone chased after it, shouting his na."
The Assistant was terrified.
Just then, the sound of a host’s voice ca from the laptop on the table.
Everyone glanced at it to see a red carpet set up at the entrance to the D’Swiss Hotel.
The host was welcoming guests onto the stage!
Several lesser-known or washed-up artists had already arrived.
But then, she announced, "Please welco, Mr. Damien Hart!"
At that mont, the laptop and the screams outside the window coincided, followed by applause.
The cara panned, and quickly, Damien Hart got out of the minivan, smiling and waving to the surrounding fans.
Clara felt a chill run through her body, as if her blood was running cold.
"He... lied to !"
When Damien Hart arrived at the host’s side, he was asked why he decided to attend the program.
He first greeted everyone in the local language, then said: "The reason I’m on this show is that I wanted to create so unforgettable mories for myself. Also, the program’s organization is excellent; I found it quite interesting. I believe everyone else will love this show after watching it."
His official response elicited screams from the crowd.
Clara Carrington no longer had the courage to look at the laptop. She was so devastated that she couldn’t pull herself together.
"It’s all over... I should’ve chosen the D’Swiss from the start. The business there was already doing well, I should have picked it..."
"Miss Carrington, please don’t say that, our hotel is also pretty good."
"Good? In every way, we are behind the D’Swiss! Want to see the sea view? There’s a high-rise building blocking it! The traffic isn’t as convenient as theirs, and the parking lot isn’t big either!" Clara Carrington was totally muddled.
The two assistants didn’t know how to comfort her and could only stand by helplessly.
anwhile, Chloe Collins was next to the director, watching Damien Hart on the cara.
It was already nine o’clock, and the first episode had officially begun.
The shooting location of the show was on the entire second floor of the hotel, and there were no other guests that night.
The the of this episode could be sumd up in four words: Escape Room.
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