Chapter 182 You Are the Little She-Leopard
Half an hour later, Susan showed up on the twelfth floor of the Caesar Grand Hotel, panting and clutching the document.
Walking on the deep red carpet, she scanned for room 1288.
The Caesar Grand Hotel was the fanciest place in Lindell Harbor, and the twelfth floor's decor screamed luxury.
Susan had only heard about this place before, but seeing it in person was a whole new level of awe.
Even the hallway had paintings of famous people and antique displays every few steps, making the hotel feel even more upscale.
The corridor seemed endless, and after a few steps, a young female attendant in a deep red vest and black skirt approached her.
"Excuse me, are you Ms. Wilson from Jessica Accounting Firm?" The attendant asked with a polite smile.
"Yes," Susan nodded quickly.
"Here to see the guest in room 1288? Follow me," the attendant said, gesturing.
"Okay," Susan replied, smiling as she followed.
They soon reached near the end of the corridor. The attendant paused, took out a key, and opened the door.
"The guest in 1288 will be here shortly. Please wait inside," the attendant said with a smile.
"Alright," Susan said, stepping into the room.
The attendant followed, poured a cup of water, placed it on the table, and left.
Feeling a bit uneasy, Susan looked around the spacious suite. The reception room was large, with floor-to-ceiling windows, white lace curtains, vintage sofas and furniture, intricate decor, and a desk with a crystal vase holding vibrant red roses.
No wonder Jessica said this was a major client. Staying in such a luxurious suite must cost a fortune.
Susan adjusted her suit, smoothed her hair, and, seeing no movement outside, sat on the sofa to wait.
She wore a white blouse, a black skirt, and black high heels—a standard professional outfit.
Looking down at the document in her arms, she settled in for a long wait.
After about half an hour, the client still hadn't shown up, and Susan started to get anxious.
She took out her phone to call Jessica and check why the client was late.
Just then, the door opened.
Susan quickly stood up, ready to greet the client.
A figure in a white shirt and black trousers was closing the door.
She heard a click as the door locked, and her guard went up. Was it necessary to lock the door just to deliver a document?
The person turned around, and Susan saw his face.
Seeing Seb, her scalp tingled, and her eyes widened.
"Why is it you?" Susan immediately knew Seb had set this up, and a chill ran down her spine.
Seb stepped in front of Susan, a cold smile on his lips. "Why do you always act like this when you see me?"
Susan knew she had to get out of there. She slapped the document on the table. "Jessica asked me to give this to you. My job's done. I'm leaving."
She turned to go, but Seb wasn't about to let her off that easy.
He grabbed her arm, and Susan's heart raced as memories from a few days ago flooded back.
"Seb, I'm warning you, don't do anything stupid, or I'll call the police!" she said, frowning.
Seb just laughed, a chilling sound that made Susan shiver.
He reached out to touch her hair, but she jerked her head away.
Seeing her fear, Seb sneered. "Aren't you always so tough? Why so scared now?"
"Let go of me!" Susan's voice trembled, but she tried to stay strong.
But she was terrified. Seb wasn't usually like this. What was going on?
"Call the police? With what, your phone?" Seb said, reaching into her bag and turning off her phone.
Susan tried to grab it back, but he tossed it across the room.
Realizing Seb had lured her here to assault her again, she screamed, "Help! Someone help! He's trying to rape me!"
She screamed until her voice was hoarse.
Seb just smiled coldly. "I've booked the entire twelfth floor and sent all the staff away. Scream all you want; no one will hear you. I'll just assume you're enjoying it."
Susan's face turned red with anger. She pushed him and ran for the door.
Seb stumbled but quickly caught her by the neck.
The grip brought back terrifying memories from that night. Seb had done the same thing then.
Furious at her resistance, Seb dragged her to the desk by the window.
Susan's waist hit the desk hard.
"Seb, what do you want? Did you come all the way from Maple Valley to Lindell Harbor just to rape me? I'm not worth the trouble," she shouted.
"Whether it's worth it or not is my business, not yours!" Seb snapped.
Susan glared at him. "Is Cynthia not enough for you? Do you have to find another woman? If you need to satisfy your needs, find someone willing!"
"I just want you!" Seb's eyes were cold as he stared at her, emphasizing each word.
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