NovelEnglishYork frowned, clearly out of sorts today.
"No need, take her away."
The manager's smile remained unaltered as he gestured for Daisy to leave, and the two of them tactfully made
their exit.
Once they were a certain distance away-
Daisy: "Didn't you mention that Mr. Gibson usually enjoys company when he stays over? What happened today?"
Manager replied, "That's usually the case, but there are exceptions. Do you think when a man checks into a
hotel, it's all about that sort of thing?"
"But I..." She had been waiting for this opportunity for a while.
The manager scoffed: "What you think doesn't matter; it's all about what the young master wants. Bad luck for
you. If a man's had his fill outside, he doesn't look for seconds. You should save it; thinking you're the main
course or something..." Daisy clenched her teeth in frustration.
Meanwhile, Leda indulged in a luxurious bath, just finished blow-drying her hair when there was a knock at the
door.
She thought it was York-
"What do you want, it's so late-uh!"
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It wasn't York.
A young man stood at the doorway, their eyes met, and he offered an awkward smile, "Sorry, | think | got the
wrong door."
"No worries." Leda was about to close the door again.
Suddenly, a hand pressed against the door, stopping her.
Leda raised an eyebrow, looking at the man: "Anything else?"
"Do you really not recognize me?" The man suddenly asked, his eyes reflecting a mix of sadness and a slight
sense of grievance.
Leda laughed as she sized him up. She wasn't falling for the wrong door excuse.
There were only two suites on the entire top floor. Hers and York's.
Claiming he got the wrong door, was he dressed like this in the middle of the night to visit York?
The man wore a white T-shirt paired with light green shorts and sneakers, radiating a youthful and sunny vibe.
Every bit of him exactly hitting Leda's aesthetic sweet spot.
"Springer." The man didn't mind that she couldn't recall his name, even kindly completing it for her.
"Springer, what do you want with me?"
Leda crossed her arms, leisurely awaiting his response.
"Did Dave really take you to that dinner?"
"So what if he did?"
"If he did, then, sis, you need to switch it up."
Springer and Dave were from the sagency, debuted in the speriod. Although they appeared amiable on
the surface, they fiercely competed for resources behind the scenes.
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Leda's smile deepened, finally asking what he had been waiting to hear: "Switch to whom?"
His eyes lit up: "Sis, how about me? I'm younger than Dave, cleaner, and most importantly, | know the rules."
Rules, huh...
Leda gave him a once-over, indeed finding him more appealing than Dave.
"So, are you... offering yourself?"
Springer's cheeks visibly flushed: "If you need..."
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"Cin."
Leda turned and walked inside.
The man's heart raced as he stepped in, gently closing the door behind him.
York lay in bed, scrolling through his phone, unable to sleep.
Feeling a bit peckish, he decided to. order
Klate-night snacks.
Thinking it over, he went to knock on Leda's door-
"I'm ordering slate-night snacks, want anything?"
"...No need. Going to sleep!"
"Alright then." York turned to leave, but suddenly paused.
Why did it sound like she was out of breath?
"Hey, you alright?"
No response cfrom inside this time.
York huffed, this woman was always so fierce and domineering, and now, rude!
Without anyone to share the meal with, he suddenly lost his appetite, returned to his room, and soon fell asleep.
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