NovelEnglishChapter 872: Then, turning back to the waiter, he snapped, "Move. Before someone sees you." The waiter nodded.
"Okay." No need to ask questions.
He was just here to do a job.
Aliza had told him to follow their orders. So he did.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe hoisted Carrie up and started toward the back service elevator.
"One more thing." The older man's voice stopped him. He didn't turn around-just waited.
"Keep your mouth shut. You took Miss Herrera's money, which means you're with us. It doesn't matter whether you do a little or a lot-if this goes south, you're coming down with us." The waiter didn't flinch.
"Relax." His voice was cool, indifferent. “A guest fainted. I'm just helping her to a room to rest.” Without another word, he stepped into the elevator.
The doors slid shut.
The older man lit a cigarette, exhaling slowly as he spoke.
"You're too reckless. Always think ahead. We've dealt with the surveillance cameras in the restaurant, but what about the mall? What if we missed a camera somewhere?" Your source of stories: galnov☐ls.☐☐☐ The younger man rushed to light his cigarette for him, eager to please.
"That's why you're the mastermind, bro. You think of everything." The waiter moved quickly, navigating through the hotel's back corridors. Avoiding crowded areas. Keeping his head down.
At the emergency exit, he pulled the keycard from his pocket, glancing at the number. 1009.
The corridor was dimly lit, the walls casting long shadows. Right next to the elevator, he spotted the door.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHe tapped the keycard against the sensor and pushed. To his surprise, the door swung open immediately. No beep. No unlocking sound.
Weird. But he was too nervous to dwell on it.
He stepped inside. The room was dark, but he could make out a figure on the bed Avman. He wasn't moving. The waiter felt a chill creep up his spine.
Aliza was ruthless. Two men weren't enough? She had arranged for another one here? Not his problem. The less he knew, the better.
He laid Carrie on the bed, careful not to wake the man. Didn't make eye! contact. Didn't ask questions. Then, without a word, he turned and left.
As he walked out of the room, he looked up and suddenly noticed that the third digit on the door had fallen off.
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