Chapter 003 Capturing the Culprit

At the entrance of the hotel, as the automatic doors parted ways, a towering and handsome man, donned in a pair of black-framed sunglasses, strode in. His stature was imposing, his facial features chiseled, emanating an aura of aloofness that warned outsiders to keep their distance. Clad in military-green camouflage combat attire, he exuded an exceptionally domineering presence.

Following behind him was a strikingly handsome young man.

Unadorned with sunglasses, the young man stood not far from the entrance, immediately recognized by Emily Thompson as the scoundrel from the previous "collision incident"! Emily Thompson's gaze then shifted to the imposing figure preceding the scoundrel. A shiver ran down her spine.

Was he the authoritative man?

Initially clad in a black suit rather than a camouflage combat outfit, she hadn't recognized him at first glance. However, upon closer inspection, it was indeed him!

Though half of his face was obscured by the large-framed sunglasses, the formidable aura exuding from him sent chills down her spine.

Just as this thought crossed her mind, William Turner, under her scrutiny, shot her a sharp glance, causing Emily Thompson's heart to skip a beat.

She was so frightened her legs almost gave way, barely managing to keep herself from collapsing to the ground.

She quickly averted her gaze, feigning ignorance of his presence, her heart pounding rapidly, leaving her breathless, akin to running a kilometer with a fifty-pound weight strapped to her back.

Damn, just a mere glance was so intimidating; indeed, he was an extremely dangerous man.

It would be wise to keep a safe distance from such a man!

To avoid trouble!

Alexander Davis followed William Turner's gaze, but upon seeing no beauty, he withdrew his gaze and remarked, "Brother Four, shall we invite some young ladies tonight to sing and relax?"

It was his first time accompanying William Turner on a mission, hence his nerves were still tense.

"If that's what you desire, feel free, Alexander Davis. However, I have no need for it!" William Turner retracted his gaze from Emily Thompson's direction, his voice cold.

Alexander Davis shrugged. "If Brother Four doesn't call for women, then neither will I. Tonight, let's practice some grappling techniques in the room."

William Turner nodded slightly. As William Turner and Alexander Davis stepped into the elevator, the entire hotel lobby buzzed with excitement. Women seated in the lounge area began to discuss animatedly.

"Who was that man just now? So handsome! Such a fine physique! Moreover, he seems to have a noble status! If I could spend a night with him, it would be worth dying for!"

"Don't even dream of being alone with him! From my experience, he requires the service of seven women in a night, otherwise, he won't be satisfied! Any girls willing to try their luck with him tonight? Sign up!"

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Emily Thompson watched as a group of women flocked towards the domineering man, feeling a chill run down her spine. Could such a dangerous man be enticed?

She felt that if these women went with him, they would likely all end up lying down.

Seated on a sofa in the lounge area, Emily Thompson occasionally glanced towards the entrance, waiting for Benjamin Mitchell and his woman.

From 8:40 to 8:50, although it was only a short ten minutes, for the anxious Emily Thompson, it felt like an entire day had passed. She kept her eyes fixed on the entrance, feeling her heart pound rapidly.

She was somewhat nervous.

Because it was her first time in such a high-class five-star hotel, and she was here to catch a cheater!

She took out a bottle of liquor from her bag, intending to bolster her courage with a drink, sipping as she continued to wait.

When the wall clock struck nine times, Emily Thompson's eyes suddenly lit up. A coquettish woman was holding Benjamin Mitchell's arm, snuggling as they walked in from the entrance.

Emily Thompson put away her drink, slowly following them with lowered head, like an old woman.

The "lovers" seemed oblivious to Emily Thompson's presence, their eyes only for each other, even whispering to each other as they received their room key.

The room number was... 8816!

Suppressing her excitement, Emily Thompson returned to the sofa in the lounge area, pouring the remainder of her liquor down her throat, bolstering her courage.

"Benjamin Mitchell, this time I want to see if I can capture you cheating!"

Emily Thompson took the elevator straight to the eighth floor, then followed the arrows to room 8816.

Arriving at the door, she didn't rush to knock. She knew she was here to catch a cheater, so she had to be patient. She had to wait until Benjamin Mitchell and the woman were undressed and ready to engage in their affair before barging in. Otherwise, if she entered too early, they might still be chatting!

So, she had to wait.

After about twenty minutes, Emily Thompson felt it was almost time. By now, they would likely have finished their escapades and were probably in each other's arms.

She composed herself and hid the camera behind her back, ready to knock.

But to her surprise, the door wasn't locked!

Hmph! So impatient, not even bothering to lock the door?

Emily Thompson huffed silently, but then she began to feel relieved at Benjamin Mitchell's carelessness. This way, she could barge in and capture even more explicit photos.

Feeling her heart pounding in her chest, she grew more nervous the further she walked. Without the alcohol in her system, her legs would likely be trembling by now.

She suddenly regretted not noticing earlier that the door was open. If she had, she might have captured their intimate moments!

But oh well, capturing some afterplay wouldn't be a loss.

Stepping over the threshold, Emily Thompson tiptoed on the deep red carpet, eagerly and nervously approaching the bedroom. Yet, oddly, she heard no sound. No sounds of a man's breath or a woman's moans... This room seemed unnaturally quiet!

Had she arrived too late, and their passionate "battle" had already ended?

Continuing with some doubts, she walked through the deserted living room. Finally, Emily Thompson entered the bedroom. As she raised her arm, holding the camera, she froze in place, even her pretense of stooped posture straightened.

What the hell, where is everyone?

Why was there no one on this large bed, and why did the neatly spread sheets not resemble a recent location for passionate encounters?

Impossible!

She had seen it clearly, it was room 8816, but why was there no one?

Just as Emily Thompson pondered, the sound of running water suddenly reached her ears. She turned, her gaze snapping towards the brightly lit bathroom...

Ah! So the real "battlefield" was in there!