Frank was not surprised to see Fred arriving at Hilton Hotel in just ten minutes on his electric


    scooter.


    His eyes were scarlet, and his very presence murderous.


    Frank had been hinting at his girlfriend’s duplicity before, and he turned against Frank for that!


    Naturally, today’s anonymous tip drove him over the brink!


    His girlfriend and his boss were entering a hotel in broad daylight, and the tip even included a picture of


    the room number in high definition!


    How could Fred not get upset with this?!


    He strode in the hotel, intent on going straight to Room 908.


    Seeing his furious stride, the front desk receptionist stopped him. “Sir, are you here for a stay?


    “Buzz off!” Fred pushed her away and dashed up the stairs, not bothered to wait for the elevator.


    He was seeing red and almost losing his mind–not even the gods could stop him today, and he would


    catch Marian in the act!


    The receptionist turned pale and promptly barked into her walkie–talkie, “Security, security! We may


    have a situation here…”


    Meanwhile, Fred charged all the way to the ninth floor, stopping outside Room 908.


    He hesitated for a moment and video called Marian… only for her to hang up immediately. Fred


    persisted with call after call, and Marian finally answered, after having had enough. She only had a


    towel wrapped around her as she snapped in annoyance, “Are you done? I hung up because I’m


    showering, but you’d keep calling me?”


    Fred frowned. “Where are you right now?”


    “What’s th


    that attitude? Is this how you talk to me?” Marian lectured.


    “I’m asking where the fuck are you?!” Fred bellowed.


    Marian actually flinched. “M–My home, of course!”


    “Open the door. I’m right outside,” Fred said tly.


    “W–What are you talking about? Why did youe to my house instead of working?” Marian’s eyes


    were evasive–how would she answer the door when she was not even at home? “Just go back to work


    now,” she added impatiently. “I’lle see you in the evening. Be good!


    Fred suddenly punched the door of Room 908, and the ensuing bang resounded from Marian’s


    end.


    Marian jumped in shock but quickly stammered, “Oof… Sorry, I just knocked myself on the door. It hurts


    so much–talk to youter!”


    Fred was basically sure Marian was inside Room 908 at that point while realizing that she would still lie


    to him!


    “You’re still not going to tell the truth?” he growled through his teeth. “I’m right outside Room 908 of


    Hilton Hotel. Open the door!”


    “What? Open what door? What are you talking about? I’m hanging up now…” Marian’s face fell as she


    promptly disconnected the video call.


    Finally having had enough, Fred kicked the door!


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    Bang!


    The door was at once misshapen, but Fred was not stopping as he kept kicking it repeatedly. He used


    to serve in the military, and lost weight after he was discharged for his livelihood. And while he could be


    a little cowardly, he never lost his physicality.


    Likewise, while there were many concerns that kept him bogged down before, he did not care about


    any of those–all he wanted was to vent his rage!


    Crash!


    As the door was kicked open with a resounding crash, Fred found Marian and Brock staring at him,


    dumbfounded.


    However, though they did not expect him to kick down the door, neither of them were afraid that they


    were caught in the act.


    That was the case especially for Marian, even though she only had a towel on!