Riches in Disguise

I couldn't help but doubt them. "Are you guys misunderstanding? Charlotte seems pretty willing to stay in the same room with Lucas."

"That's not true!" Isabelle frowned as she denied it.

"She's just putting up an act. If she truly liked Lucas, she wouldn't have rejected him so many times. This time, it just so happened that Lucas helped her out, and she just wanted to repay him by being with him."

Isabelle started tearing up as she spoke.

"This is also because of her dad. Her dad wanted her to keep this connection with Lucas. After all, not everyone can settle things with the Arnoult Group like he did. Charlotte listens to her dad, so she doesn't have a choice."

She was forced? I crossed my arms, filled with suspicion. If she really was forced, her acting was so convincing that I couldn't tell at all.

Matthew gave Isabelle a pat on the shoulder. "Forget it. Lucas's personality is not the best. He plays around with women, flaunts his money, and even has weird fetishes.

"But he has a strong background. He was even willing to risk offending the Arnoult Group for Charlotte. So, I don't think he'll treat Charlotte the way he treated other women."

"Wait..." I stopped Matthew, feeling shocked. "What do you mean, 'the way he treated other women'?"

Matthew replied, "You didn't know? I heard that two women slept with Lucas and ended up in the hospital for three months, receiving 50 thousand dollars as compensation!"

What the heck? That was all so messed up. If that was true, then Charlotte was in serious danger. Lucas wasn't even the one who helped Charlotte solve her problems. Yet, he was lying to her about it.noveldrama

From what he had done, his feelings for Charlotte don't seem genuine at all. That means there was a chance he would treat her the same way he treated those other women.

What should I do? Should I help her?

Thinking back to all the mockery and insults she threw at me, I honestly didn't want to help her. I had also decided to not get involved in her business anymore.

But this was serious. If I didn't stop Lucas, what if Charlotte ended up in the hospital tonight?

As I was lost in thought, Matthew and Isabelle headed upstairs as well. Finally, I made up my mind to go upstairs to talk to Charlotte face-to-face. If she showed even the slightest hint of reluctance, I'd step in and help her.

So I approached the receptionist. "Can I ask which room Charlotte Hayes is in?"

Just now, when Lucas was booking the rooms, I only heard my room number, so I had no idea where they were staying.

The receptionist scanned me up and down and sneered. "Your friends were all paired up. Why are you alone?"

I was frustrated, so I didn't bother responding to her mockery. "Just tell me the room number."

The receptionist frowned. "Why should I do as you ask? Who do you think you are? That information is confidential!"

"She's my friend, and we came together. Didn't you see?"

The receptionist scoffed. "If she's your friend, why don't you ask her yourself? It looks to me like she didn't even bother to talk to you. She got herself the king room and left you with a standard room."

It was true. I could just ask her myself.

But calling her in advance would make her cautious. It would be better if I showed

up unexpectedly to see what was really going on.

But now, the receptionist was looking down on me and wouldn't even tell me her room number!