Chapter 448 The Woman in His Room
Daniel: [?!]
Dean laughed and called Daniel directly. "Do you think this is just a coincidence, or is it your boss's deliberate arrangement?"
"I really don't know. My boss wouldn't tell me something like this."
"True. You never seem to understand what your boss is thinking."
"Dean, do you think I should tell my boss about this?"
"I bet your boss already knows. I even suspect this is all part of his plan. You should keep quiet."
"What about you, Dean? Are you going to tell Elizabeth?"
"Better not. Between Carter and your boss, I'd rather see Elizabeth with your boss."
"Why? I thought you hated my boss."
"Can't you see? Elizabeth clearly loves your boss the most. By doing this, I'm just helping their love story along. If I tell Elizabeth, she might have second thoughts and not go. Then, if your boss finds out I spilled the beans, he'll definitely take it out on you. I wouldn't want that."
"Dean, I think you've turned bad."
Dean smirked. "So, do you like this bad version of me?"
Dean didn't get an answer.
Because Daniel had already hung up.
The next afternoon, Elizabeth and her assistant finally arrived at Tranquil Grove Resort.
They were dragging their suitcases, heading to the front desk to check in.
Suddenly, a large hand reached out and grabbed her suitcase handle.
Elizabeth turned around in surprise. "Michael? What are you doing here?"
Michael looked at her. "I was about to ask you the same thing. Did you miss me so much that you followed me all the way here?"
Elizabeth rolled her eyes. "Traveling all this way, leaving my kids and company behind, just to chase you? Do I look that free?"
Michael handed over her ID to the front desk. "Give her the room next to mine."
The front desk staff completed the check-in and handed over the IDs and room keys with a smile. "Enjoy your vacation!"
Elizabeth wanted to retort: 'I'm not here for a vacation! I'm here to work!'
But Michael didn't give her a chance to speak. He grabbed her suitcase with one hand and held her hand with the other, heading straight for the elevator.
Elizabeth called out, "My assistant is still behind! She hasn't checked in yet!"
Michael pressed the elevator button. "A competent assistant should be able to check in on her own and read the situation. If she's that clueless, you should get a new assistant."
The assistant, feeling threatened, stood at the front desk and shouted to Elizabeth, "Ms. Jones, I'm a competent assistant! I'll check in and call you! I can read the situation. Enjoy your time with Mr. Thomas!"
The elevator doors closed. Elizabeth felt speechless.
What kind of coincidence was this? How could she run into Michael on a business trip so far away?
She suddenly thought of a possibility and turned to glare at him.
Michael met her gaze, his expression unchanged. "Why are you looking at me like that? Is it because I'm too handsome?"
Elizabeth rolled her eyes. "Michael, don't tell me you didn't know I was coming here."
Michael showed no guilt. "Oh, you found out."
Elizabeth turned her head, eyes wide. "You really knew? And you pretended not to?"
Michael looked straight ahead. "I had to put on a show. What if you were too dense to figure it out? Then I would have fooled you."
Elizabeth glared at him. "Michael! You scoundrel!"
The elevator doors opened. He continued to hold her hand and drag her suitcase, leading her to her room.
He opened the door and pushed her inside. "Freshen up and call me. I'll join you for dinner."
He used his key card to open the room next to hers. "Also, I only found out you were coming after I got here. If I were really a scoundrel, I would have booked just one room and forced you to stay with me."
In front of her, Michael closed his door.
Elizabeth shut her door, opened her suitcase, and took out her clothes to shower.
The weather was hot. After traveling all day, she was sweaty and didn't want to meet Michael like that.
Even though she verbally rejected his advances, she knew she couldn't let go of Michael. She still wanted to present her best self to him.
The head of the Adams Group had called, and the contract signing was scheduled for 10 AM the next day.
So, she had the rest of the day to spend with Michael.
Assuming, of course, he didn't have other plans.
After showering, Elizabeth did her makeup, let her long curls down, and put on a long dress. She looked radiant and alluring.
She didn't call Michael. Instead, she stood at his door and knocked.
When the door opened, Elizabeth quickly adjusted her expression.
Her nervousness was replaced by shock and humiliation.
A young woman, wearing a hotel bathrobe hastily tied, stood in the doorway. Her lipstick was smudged, but her makeup was intact. It was clear what she had been doing.
Elizabeth's heart sank. Her voice trembled. "Who are you? Where's Michael?"
The woman glanced at her disdainfully and called into the room, "How many people did you invite? This is such a buzzkill!"
Before Elizabeth could respond, the woman shut the door.
Elizabeth stood there, stunned. She raised her hand to knock again but found herself paralyzed.
She mechanically returned to her room and sat on the bed. She was exhausted and hungry, but now she felt cold and had no appetite.
She picked up her phone, wanting to call Michael and confront him.
But what right did she have?
Girlfriend? He hadn't publicly acknowledged their relationship.
Ex-wife? That would be overstepping.
She looked at herself in the mirror. She had dressed up to see the man she cared about, but now she sat there, heartbroken.
How pathetic!
Was she really going to let Michael mess with her emotions?
She was here to negotiate a deal, sign a contract, and make money! Not to chase after a man!
With that thought, she got up, wiped her tears, touched up her makeup, and put on her heels.
She grabbed her purse and walked out of the room, calling her assistant.
"Shelly, have you eaten?"
"Ms. Jones, not yet. Have you?"
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