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XXXVIII. Uninvited
“Excuse me Sir, Ma'am?” Someone cleared his throat, saving Killiad from answering.
“What it is, Steven?”
“I'm sorry to disturb you Sir, Ma'am but Mr. Petrov have been looking for both of you for past thirty minutes,”
“That's alright. Good job.” Dismissed, Steven bowed slightly at us before striding away. I looked at Killiad weirdly the moment Steven is out of earshot.
“What?” he sputtered out, chuckling when I kept on glaring at him.
“What's happening?” I demanded.
“Oh, I left an instruction to the hotel staff yesterday not to bother us when we arrived. I really wanted to show this part of the Empire Hotel.”
“This is the first one, right?”
He nodded his head while he gazes blankly at the darkness ahead. “I built this hotel from scratch because I'm too proud to accept mom's money. I remember the first six months after the constr
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