<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">After nearly half an hour of hesitation, Quinn finally knocked on Yvette’s door. As one of the few who survived yesterday’s ordeal, he truly feared that if Yvette inside was in a bad mood, his efforts today would be for nothing.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">He couldn’t forget the image of Yvette standing on the second floor, expressionless, watching the massacre of the Crimson des.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">When the door opened, Yvette saw the three people outside, trembling, and the cart behind them. She lifted her eyelids slightly and spoke in a cold, clear voice, “I didn’t order any food. This must be a mistake.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Quinn immediately bowed deeply, speaking in broken Clusian, “Ms. Zeller, this is aplimentary gift from the hotel.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Yvette raised an eyebrow and said coolly, “Come in,” then turned and walked back inside. Quinn quickly instructed the servers to push the cart in and followed nervously. Despite.being the owner of the hotel, he felt extremely anxious.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Especially after learning this morning that the ruthless Crimson des had beenpletely eliminated overnight, his shock deepened. –</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">He couldn’t imagine who else but Yvette in front of him and her people could have done this. What was most frightening was that they were just a few individuals who had wiped out over a hundred Crimson des.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Sitting on the sofa with her legs crossed, Yvette still looked somewhat groggy from sleep. The two servers respectfully ced the breakfast on the table and then exited the room.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Seeing his employees leave, Quinn immediately turned to Yvette and bowed ny degrees. “Ms. Zeller, thank you and your friends for saving the lives of the hotel guests and me yesterday</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Yvette’s face remained indifferent as she looked at the anxious Quinn, speaking slowly, “It was just a coincidence.” Hearing this, the manager became even more respectful toward Yvette. He hadn’te just to deliver breakfast.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">All the forces in Voraxia were investigating who had eliminated the Crimson des. He didn’t want to invite trouble, so he needed to rify his position to Yvette.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Quinn said solemnly, “Ms. Zeller, apart from expressing my gratitude, I also want to assure you that the hotel will not leak any information about what happened yesterday. However, if a guest leaks the news, we really can’t stop them.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Yvette listened to Quinn’s words and ced her fingers on the armrest, tapping rhythmically. She lowered her gaze and remained silent.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Seeing Yvette’s eyes, Quinn broke into a cold sweat. Just as he grew increasingly anxious, Yvette finally spoke, “It doesn’t matter.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Quinn froze, staring at Yvette with a stunned expression. He wondered, ‘It doesn’t matter?‘ He spected about Yvette’s identity. ‘Could anyone other than Ms. Zeller and her people have wiped out the Crimson des overnight?</font></font>
‘And to speak so casually and dismissively while all the forces in Voraxia were chasing down her trail–she truly impressed me, he wondered.
This is Voraxía, a world dominated by men. ‘Who on earth is this woman?‘ Quinn wondered. He didn’t dare to specte but could only think about it in his mind.
Quinn’s face lit up with relief upon hearing Yvette’s words, a smile spreading across his face. He had been worried all night long over this matter.
“Ms. Zeller, this is a special selection of Clusian snacks prepared just for you by our hotel. I hope you like them. Your stay here, along with your friends, will bepletely free of charge.
“Stay as long as you wish. Enjoy your meal, and if you need anything, just let me know,” Quinn said.N?velDrama.Org owns all ? content.
Quinn, who had been frowning earlier, now wore a radiant smile. He truly feared that this big shot might get angry and blow up their hotel in a heartbeat.
Yvette nodded slightly, loungingzily on the sofa, and yawned. In a deep voice, she said, “Thank you.” Quinn was taken aback by Yvette’s simple ‘thank you!
He hadn’t expected such an approachable demeanor from a big shot. He felt truly honored. He waved his hands hurriedly. “Take your time. I’ll leave now.”
Just as Quinn opened the door to leave, he saw Eagle King, wearing a pair of big slippers, about to enter. His hair was a mess, clearly just waking up, and hadn’t even had time tob it.
Quinn nodded nervously at Eagle King and then fled. He remembered that this man had killed most of the Crimson des members just because of Yvette’s words.
Eagle King watched Quinn run far away. ‘Am I really some kind of monster? Why did he run?‘ he wondered.
Eagle King pushed the door open casually and looked at Yvette sitting on the sofa. “Yvette, what did the hotel ownere for? Anything important?”
Yvette propped her chin up with one hand, extended her slender, fair fingers, and pointed to the breakfast on the table. Her voice was hoarse. “Here to deliver free breakfast.”
Eagle King nced at the table full of breakfast items, then plopped down on the sofa, pursing his lips. He thought, “This hotel owner sure knows how to tter, personally bringing free breakfast for the boss.
‘Howe I never got such treatment after staying here for so many days? Everythinges when the boss arrives.’
Yvette arched her delicate eyebrows, tilted her head slightly, and spoke softly, “If you want to eat, go ahead.”
Eagle King chuckled; his entire demeanor bing utterly fawning. “Boss, you’re the best.” After saying that, he got up and walked to the chair beside the dining table, starting to eat the breakfast Quinn had prepared. As he ate, he mused,
“Delicious.”
These Clusian specialties weren’t listed on the hotel menu. It was obvious that they were specially prepared for the boss. ‘Indeed, wherever the boss goes, people flock to please him. Why don’t I get such treatment?‘ Eagle King thought.
Eagle King took a bite of the bread. He turned to Yvette on the sofa. “Boss,e over and eat too.”
Yvette shook her head, nced at the time on her phone, and lowered her eyes, yawning. “No thanks, I have something else to eat.”
As Yvette and Eagle King were talking, Jeremiah walked in with the breakfast he had bought. Seeing Eagle King inside and the various snacks on the table, Jeremiah raised an eyebrow and scanned the room, understanding the situation instantly.
He knew these snacks must have been sent by Quinn, as the others didn’t seem like early risers who would go out to buy breakfast.
Jeremiah walked over and said in a deep voice, “A Clusian couple from the northeast runs an orange juice and fried dough. I happened to meet them while doing my morning exercise. Do you want to try?”
At the dining table, Eagle King looked at the snacks in front of him and suddenly lost his appetite.
He thought, ‘No wonder Yvette didn’t eat the hotel’s free breakfast. It turns out Jeremiah had gone out to buy it himself. Now that’s what dedication looks like!
When they returned from the Crimson desst night, it was around three or four in the morning. After sleeping for just a few hours, Jeremiah went out to buy breakfast for Yvette, iming it was a coincidence. How could that be?‘ Eagle King thought.
He had walked this street before; there were no Clusian couple from the northeast running a breakfast stand. He must have scoured several streets to find it.
Another day of envying someone else’s love. Eagle King bit into arge bun fiercely, thinking it was good enough to have free breakfast.
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