“President Louis.” Liza’s tone was light, but the glint in her eyes was sharp as she arched an eyebrow. “You’re truly laughable. If I’m able to subdue you like this, don’t you think it means I’ve accounted for everything? You’ve pressed the service bell multiple times, yet no one has come. Doesn’t that strike you as odd?” President Louis’s eyes widened, confusion and fear mingling on his face. Liza smirked, her voice tinged with mockery. “Fragrance Hotel is known for its impeccable service. They respond immediately to their guests’ calls. So why do you think they’re ignoring you now? Why are they pretending not to notice what’s happening here?” Her words hung in the air, their weight sinking into President Louis’s mind. Casually, she tossed the knife aside and dusted her hands. The sound of approaching footsteps filled the room, and moments later, a group of people entered. Leading them was a middle-aged man dressed in a tailored suit, exuding an air of authority. The man stepped forward, his demeanor respectful as he addressed Liza. “Miss. Liza” Liza turned her gaze back to President Louis, whose face was now pale with dread. She took her time, letting her words sink in. “This hotel belongs to my Albert. Every inch of it is under his control. So let me be clear: no one here will lift a finger to help you, not even if I decide to kill you.” The color drained entirely from President Louis’s face, his body trembling violently. Fear overtook him as he processed the revelation. His breathing grew erratic, and his eyes rolled back as he fainted, collapsing into a heap. Without missing a beat, the staff began to work efficiently, restoring the suite to its pristine condition. Two men carried the unconscious President Louis out of the room while the manager oversaw the cleanup. Moments later, the room was spotless, as if nothing had happened. Liza stood in the center, calm and unbothered, exuding an aura of quiet dominance. … Meanwhile, Serena and Mr. Sinclair had reached the upper floor. Serena wore a worried expression as she glanced around nervously. “Where could my sister be? Dad, what if something bad has happened to her? I’m so scared… …” Her friends quickly gathered around, trying to console her. “Serena, don’t worry too much. Your sister is an adult. She’ll know how to handle herself.” “Besides, this is Fragrance Hotel. Their staff are highly professional. If she needed help, she’d just ring the service bell, and someone would show up immediately.” Despite their reassurances, everyone shared the same suspicion. Liza had gone upstairs with an unfamiliar man. The implications were clear, even if no one dared to say them out loud. The eldest daughter of the Sinclair Family was truly a disgrace. Serena bit her lip, her face full of guilt. “It’s my fault for not keeping an eye on her earlier. If something happens to my sister, how will I ever forgive myself?” She sniffled, tears brimming in her eyes. At that moment, a man approached the group. Victoria’s eyes sparkled when she saw him—it was President Louis’s secretary. Victoria had orchestrated this moment carefully. To ensure their scheme was foolproof, she had bribed the secretary earlier, instructing him to confirm the story in front of everyone. With his testimony, Liza wouldn’t be able to deny the accusations. The secretary greeted them with a composed smile, his tone casual yet pointed. “Looking for Miss Liza? There’s no need to worry. She’s with President Louis. They’ve been upstairs together for quite some time now.” The subtle insinuation in his words caused an immediate hush among the group. Tears streamed down Serena’s cheeks as she exclaimed, “Don’t say such things! That’s impossible! My sister… she would never… How could she be with President Louis?!” Her voice trembled, as if she was desperately trying to defend Liza’s honor. The secretary, maintaining his authoritative tone, retorted sharply, “Are you calling me a liar? I saw it with my own eyes. Miss Liza has been close to President Louis for some time now. At tonight’s banquet, she even expressed her desire to marry him. She was so eager that she immediately went to a room with him.” Gasps rippled through the crowd. The revelation was both shocking and scandalous. Though unspoken, the details painted a vivid picture. President Louis might not have been attractive—he was overweight, much older, and had a reputation for being unpleasant—but his immense wealth and influence were undeniable. Perhaps Liza had been drawn to his riches. Still, doubts lingered. Liza was the eldest daughter of the Sinclair Family. She had no shortage of status or resources. Why would she stoop so low as to pursue someone like President Louis?Suddenly, Serena broke down, covering her face with her hands. “No… This isn’t true! … My sister wouldn’t do such a thing. Dad, it’s all your fault! If you hadn’t frozen her credit card, she wouldn’t have been so desperate for money. She made a mistake, but this is too cruel!” Mr. Sinclair’s face twisted with a mix of sorrow and regret. He sighed heavily, shaking his head. “I only wanted to teach her a lesson. She was spending money recklessly, and I thought freezing her card would help her reflect on her actions. I never imagined it would push her to such extremes. It’s all my fault!” The crowd exchanged knowing glances. It all started to make sense. Liza’s financial lifeline had been cut off, leaving her no choice but to seek support elsewhere. Desperation had driven her into President Louis’s arms. Yet, another question hung in the air—why would Liza choose to embarrass herself in such a prominent setting like Fragrance Hotel, which was tied to Albert? Was she trying to provoke him? All eyes turned toward Albert, who stood silently amidst the commotion. His calm demeanor betrayed no emotion, leaving everyone to wonder what he was thinking.