Chapter 726 Plot to Murder Husband
The presidential suite was one floor above the executive suite, and Natalie and Cochran were companions on this trip.
"Coker, how do you know about the situation of this hotel?" Natalie asked, expressing her curiosity.
Coker replied, "The 'Supermodel' organizing committee is known for its generosity. In the past, they always stayed in the top-tier hotels. When I came to Tycoon City, I did some research beforehand, but unfortunately, this time we are staying in the second-best hotel."
"Shouldn't it be the best?" Natalie inquired.
"Yes," Coker shrugged. "But the best hotel is owned by the Hastings family, yes, Susan from the Hastings family."
Coker lowered his voice and whispered in Natalie's ear, "I suspect it was manipulated by my boss, your husband, to prevent us from staying at the Hastings family hotel."
"Oliver?" Natalie was puzzled. "How did he manipulate it?"
"Don't you know? The boss is a new personal sponsor who gives money to the organizing committee for free. Of course, they will agree to his requests. Besides, the Hastings family hotel is only slightly better than this one."
Coker gestured with his two fingers, indicating "slightly".
Natalie: "??"
Why does she... know nothing at all?
How much did Oliver do behind her back?
The mentors' luggage was directly delivered to their own rooms by the staff, while Natalie went to her room first.
"Drip—"
She swiped her key card.
Every suite in this hotel has a different style, and the one Natalie was about to stay in was in a modern minimalist style.
It happened to match Natalie's preference.
The room was spacious, a 400-square-meter suite.
Natalie walked around the room, and suddenly heard some movement coming from a certain direction.
Her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly picked up something nearby, cautiously walking towards the source of the sound.
Halfway there, the noise disappeared.
After two seconds, she heard a "click" sound, like the sound of a door opening.
The bathroom door opened, steam billowed out, and a man with bare feet walked out. Looking up, there were his superior long legs, wrapped in a towel around his waist, followed by his eight-pack abs and chest...
Oliver's hair was still wet, water dripping from it. With his flawless face turned towards Natalie, his eyebrows playful, he looked at Natalie with interest.
"Mrs. Windsor planning to murder her husband? Or planning to give me the hotel's utensils?"
Natalie took a deep breath as she realized she had just casually picked up a decoration in the living room. Her hand was holding onto the long neck of the bottle, with the belly of the bottle poised in the air as if ready to strike someone.
Oliver chuckled softly and took the bottle from Natalie's hand to avoid accidentally hurting her. "Mrs. Windsor, if you like this style, I can buy a genuine one for you."
This bottle was a high-quality imitation of an antique. Although it was not the real thing, it still had a considerable price tag, making it worthy of being displayed in the top suite.
"Why are you here?" Natalie glared at him, not making a sound. "I thought there was some illegal intruder!"
Oliver had not expected to startle Natalie. He discreetly glanced at her flat abdomen, wondering if it was the hormones during pregnancy that made his smart and calm wife become so jumpy.
Okay, truth be told, Mrs. Windsor had been quite composed just now.
As soon as Natalie finished speaking, her gaze landed on a black suitcase in the corner, which Oliver used for business trips.
"You're staying here?" she asked.
Oliver wore an "obviously" expression on his face.
Natalie choked up for a moment. "Aren't you too busy with work?"
Previously, Oliver could understand why he lived with her at the mansion since it wasn't too far from the company, and he could still commute daily.
But for him to come and stay in Tycoon City was a completely different story!
RK Group currently did not have a branch in Tycoon City.
"Fair enough." Oliver took a towel and ruffled his hair a few times. Without dripping any water, he threw the towel into the laundry basket, planning to have the hotel staff clean it tomorrow.
"No, Mr. Windsor, isn't it inappropriate for a CEO like you to be this unprofessional all day?" Natalie thought about her half-month of work remaining. "Are you going to follow me to Europe?"
Oliver nodded, clearly indicating that he would accompany her to Europe.
And, of course, he naturally remarked, "Didn't I say that being the boss is about having the convenience of being unprofessional?"
"..." Okay, Natalie remembered now.
They had discussed this topic before. Mr. Windsor had said that as the boss, when he didn't feel like working, he had Charles leading a team of secretaries and assistants to handle work for him.
In that sense, being Jamie, who didn't have the qualification to work at RK Group due to not graduating from a world-class top school and could only be a personal assistant, wasn't so bad.
At least she didn't have to be mercilessly exploited when the boss didn't feel like doing any work.
Natalie had nothing to say to Oliver. He was stubborn, but his stubbornness was justified, and she even felt that he had a point.
Natalie thought to herself, "You should give Charles a raise." But then she remembered that Charles already had a seven-figure salary, not including the company shares Oliver had rewarded him with, which resulted in high annual dividends...
Oh well, she could only sympathize with Charles for a few seconds.
"Then I'll go upstairs and take a look," Natalie said, accustomed to exploring a new place first to get a sense of the layout.
Oliver nodded and watched Natalie safely ascend the stairs before withdrawing his gaze.
When he upgraded the suite, he specifically chose a regular staircase instead of a spiral one, fearing that Natalie might slip or miss a step.
After some consideration, he sent a text message to Jamie, asking him to send someone to lay non-slip mats on the stairs the next day, for added peace of mind.
"Ding dong—"
"Ding dong—"
Someone rang the doorbell.
Oliver waited for two seconds, but Natalie didn't come down. She probably didn't hear the doorbell.
He casually grabbed a bathrobe and wrapped it around himself.
He opened the door.
"I'm here to see off... Lee..."
Standing at the door was a foreign man, an assistant brought over by the organizing committee from Europe. His smile froze instantly upon seeing Oliver.
Why was a man opening the door?
And why was it an disheveled handsome man?!
Water droplets still hung on his chest... Wasn't it too brazen to appear like this?
He looked at Oliver suspiciously, then double-checked the room number. Indeed, it was this suite!
"Natalie's luggage?" the extremely handsome stranger in a genuine London accent spoke up, dispelling the foreign man's doubts.
"Uh, yes," the foreign man nodded, "but, who... who are you? And why are you in someone else's room?"
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