Willson Lawson didn’t dare hide anything. Bracing himself, he said, "It’s in Mr. Rhodes’s room."
"Lead the way!"
Soon, they arrived on the floor where Zyler Rhodes’s room was located.
Just as they got off the elevator, they saw Ivy Lawson standing at the door to a room, dressed in sleepwear.
Hearing a sound behind her, she turned and saw Caleb Rhodes had arrived, and imdiately burst into tears.
"Uncle, Zyler... he... he and Nina Wynn..."
"Soone just ca and told that Nina Wynn went into his room..."
With tears streaming down her face, she looked utterly pitiable. "I never thought she’d dare to seduce a mber of the Rhodes Family. Zyler is technically her brother..."
His piercing gaze shot toward her, his voice ice-cold. "Shut up!"
"One more sound out of you, and I’ll have you thrown out!"
Ivy Lawson was startled. Her face went pale, and she didn’t dare say another word.
Caleb Rhodes’s sharp gaze landed on the door. "Get the manager up here to open this door!"
Before he even finished speaking, the manager arrived, followed by four people in police uniforms.
Caleb Rhodes’s expression flickered. He shot Ivy Lawson an icy glare.
Ivy Lawson was dumbfounded as well, stamring, "I... I didn’t call the police. I... I just..."
’She had only wanted to drag Nina Wynn out and humiliate her in public. She’d never intended to ruin Zyler Rhodes.’
’She was still dreaming of becoming the Young Madam of the Rhodes Family!’
Seeing Caleb Rhodes was also present, the manager couldn’t help but wipe the cold sweat from his forehead. He lowered his voice and said, "My apologies for the scene, President Rhodes. These officers just ca up. They said they received a report about soliciting and prostitution in rooms 308 and 309 of our hotel..."
The words were barely out of his mouth when Ivy Lawson stood there, dumbfounded. "I’m in 309. How is that possible..."
But the next second, the door to room 309 opened. A shirtless young man erged and said to Ivy Lawson, "Honey, I’m all ready. What are you doing out there? Why aren’t you coming in yet!"
The man caught sight of the uniforms, jumped in fright, and quickly shut the door.
Ivy Lawson’s face went white. Just as she was about to explain, she heard a police officer say sternly, "What is all this nonsense? Staff, please cooperate and open this door imdiately!"
"Open both doors!"
Wiping his sweat, the manager opened the door.
As soon as the door to 308 opened, Caleb Rhodes imdiately blocked the entrance. He said in a low voice, "Officers, the person inside is my nephew. I’d like to go in first for a mont. Could you give one minute?"
The officers’ expressions shifted. Just as they were about to speak, the manager cut in, "Officers, this is the main investor for Aethelburg’s old city redevelopnt project. His na is Rhodes—as in, Walter Rhodes. Considering who he is, could you let him go in first?"
The two officers exchanged a look, then said expressionlessly, "We will enter in one minute. It doesn’t matter what your surna is. If a law has been broken, everyone is treated the sa."
Caleb Rhodes murmured, "Thank you," and turned to enter the room.
The lights were off inside. The room was filled with the reek of alcohol and the cloying, intimate scent of what had just transpired.
Caleb Rhodes’s heart clenched viciously. With a sharp CLICK, he flicked on the lights.
The first thing he saw was a pile of clothes strewn on the floor. Among them, unmistakably, was the little slip dress Nina Wynn had been wearing today.
His eyes instantly blazed red. He looked up, his gaze fixed deadly on the person in the bed.
Zyler Rhodes had been sleeping soundly. Startled awake, he let out a curse.
But when he lifted his eyes, he saw Caleb Rhodes standing before him, the murderous intent in his gaze almost enough to tear him to pieces.
He panicked, the alcohol leaving his system in an instant. He scrambled to sit up and hastily pulled on his clothes.
"Uncle, Nina and I..."
At these words, veins bulged on Caleb Rhodes’s forehead. He stared so hard at the lump huddled under the covers that it seed he could burn a hole right through the blanket.
Zyler Rhodes had never seen him look so terrifying. He quickly moved to stand in front of the bed, shielding the blanket, and said frantically, "I’m sorry, Uncle. We’re truly in love. I’ll treat her well. Please, give us your blessing..."
’In love? My blessing?’
Caleb Rhodes suddenly lunged forward. A cold Palm Thunder appeared in his hand, the deadly weapon aid straight at Zyler Rhodes’s forehead.
The murderous intent in his eyes threatened to engulf Zyler Rhodes.
Zyler Rhodes was so scared his legs almost gave out. He could feel it clearly: his own uncle, Caleb Rhodes, wanted to kill him at that very mont!
He cried out in terror, "Uncle..." but no other sound would co out.
’Caleb Rhodes wanted to kill him. He wanted to end him, right here, right now. That gun was about to take his life!’
Just then, the person under the blankets suddenly poked their head out.
Seeing this scene, she scread in terror, "Third Lord Master, I beg you, spare him! We’re in love! I can be with him without any official title, I beg you, please let him go!"
’That wasn’t Nina Wynn’s voice!’
Caleb Rhodes whipped his head around and saw the woman on the bed staring at him in terror.
’She looks a little familiar. I feel like I’ve seen her sowhere before.’
He narrowed his eyes. The murderous aura within them vanished in an instant. His hand relaxed, and the Palm Thunder slid back into his sleeve.
Just then, Zyler Rhodes turned back, staring in horror at the woman on the bed. He demanded, "Jenny Collins, why are you in my bed? Where’s Nina Wynn?"
At that mont, the police officers from outside entered. "We’ve had a report of solicitation and prostitution here. Please cooperate with our investigation!"
In the blink of an eye, Caleb Rhodes’s expression had returned to normal—so cold and grim that no one dared to et his gaze.
He stepped forward and said to the police, "Officers, this is my nephew, and this is his girlfriend. Young people can be impulsive, but there was no solicitation or prostitution involved. There must have been a mistake."
He looked at Willson Lawson and said coolly, "You stay here and handle this."
With that, he walked straight out the door.
As he passed room 309, he heard Ivy Lawson’s crying from inside. "I really didn’t hire him! I was just here visiting! My fiancé is in the room across the hall, you have to believe !"
"I’m a girl, I’ve never even had a boyfriend, why would I hire so random guy for fun! Soone frad !"
...
Caleb Rhodes didn’t even bat an eyelash, walking straight toward the elevator.
The mont the elevator doors opened, a thin, frail figure was revealed inside.
She tilted up her delicate little face and looked at him. "Uncle?"
Her voice was soft and alluring. Her jet-black eyes were both shy and filled with deep affection, and in them, his own reflection was mirrored.
Without a word, he stepped forward and swept her into his arms.
The container of osmanthus sweet soup Nina Wynn was holding fell to the floor. She said softly, "My sweet soup fell!"
Caleb Rhodes’s voice was a bit hoarse. "I’ll have soone make more and send it up later!"
Nina Wynn said no more, obediently resting her head on his shoulder.
Her eyelids were lowered, her long lashes casting a shadow over her eyes, hiding the coldness within them from view.
The mont they entered the suite, Caleb Rhodes carried her directly into the bedroom.
Then, he tossed her onto the bed and pressed his body down on hers.
His movents lacked their usual assured confidence, the complete control he always possessed. He was so uncharacteristically out of control.
Nina Wynn’s clothes were torn away in a few rough movents, her pale body trembling uncontrollably.
"Don’t... it still hurts... It’s too frequent, I can’t take it..."
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