「Alveria, Fravia.」
In the lavish corridor of a hotel, a high-society woman was dragging a drunk woman along.
Stopping at the door to Room 188, the woman pulled out a key card, opened the door, and unceremoniously tossed the other woman onto the carpet.
She then quickly left the room, leaving the door ajar. The only reason for this was to make it easy for someone else to enter.
Once inside the elevator, she eagerly made a call and said with a triumphant smile, "Hello, is that Quincy? Get over here. Everything's set. That's right, the Seagull Hotel, Room 188. Great. That's it."
The thought that not only would the engagement be ruined, but Nora Ainsworth would also become infamous and mired in scandal, made Mrs. Lynch, her prospective mother-in-law, grin from ear to ear.
With a DING, the elevator doors opened, and she stepped out, her mood jubilant.
Meanwhile, Nora Ainsworth, the woman Mrs. Lynch had delivered, stumbled dazedly into the bathroom. After splashing some water on her face, she opened the door and walked out.
She wanted to go downstairs, but when she reached the elevators and pressed the button, the car didn't come. She pressed it for a while, but nothing happened.
Just then, a female staff member approached her. "Ma'am, I'm sorry, but the elevator just malfunctioned. It's currently under repair, so there will be a short wait."
Nora Ainsworth nodded and turned back.
But with so many rooms, she'd already forgotten which one she had just come from.
Stumbling unsteadily, she made her way to the door of Room 189. 'This must be it,' she thought. She gave it a gentle push, and sure enough, the door swung open.
She went inside and pulled the door shut behind her.
She instinctively lunged deeper into the room, but she was so forceful that she landed on the sleeping man, who let out a muffled groan as he was jolted awake.
Quentin Grant sat up, reached over to turn on the bedside lamp, and was startled to find a woman sprawled across his legs. She reeked of alcohol, her hair a complete mess.
His brow furrowed, and he asked in a deep voice, "Who are you?"
Nora Ainsworth lifted her head, squinting into the blinding light. "Who I am isn't important. What's important is—who are you?!"
Seeing that she was clearly disoriented, Quentin Grant got up, yanked her to her feet, and started pushing her toward the door.
"Wh-what are you doing? This is my room."
She wriggled free and staggered back a few steps.
"Get out!" he commanded coldly, his gaze sharp.
"I'm not leaving! This room is mine!" she declared, humming a little tune as she started taking off her clothes, completely uninhibited.
Quentin Grant's eyes darkened, his gaze locking onto her, growing more intense by the second.
He slowly walked toward her, stopping just ten centimeters away. He raised his hand and touched her lips.
The cool touch sent a jolt through her, and a hint of clarity surfaced in her expression. "Why are you touching me? Trying to take advantage of me?"
A slight smile played on his lips. "Because you're asking for it."
Nora Ainsworth grew angry. "What gives you the right to touch me? That's not fair! I'm going to touch you, too."
With that, her hand darted toward his lips, but he dodged. Nora Ainsworth then shot her hand out, aiming to deliver a Lady Thunderclap Palm, but she missed her intended target and slapped him right in the crotch.
"You're playing with fire."
Unfazed, she awkwardly pulled her hand back and retorted, "I'm playing with *you*."
A smirk touched his lips. "Play with me? We'll have to see if you've got what it takes. Now get out. Don't make me say it again."
She was stubborn. Tilting her chin up, she huffed, "I see what's going on. You're trying to steal my room, aren't you? You've got indecent designs on me. You fell for me at first sight, didn't you?"
'Quentin Grant had never met such a shameless woman. Him? Have indecent designs on her? Love at first sight?'
"Love at first sight? How about love that grows from long... hard... nights?"
She narrowed her eyes, a bewitching smile on her face. "'Long, hard... nights?' You aren't man enough."