Chapter 385 Come on, Let's Liven Things Up
Meanwhile, in the hotel's top-floor suite.
Damian sat on the sofa reading documents, with the food delivered from the hotel kitchen left untouched on the table.
The driver stood by attentively, wanting to remind him to eat, but Damian's focused demeanor made it clear no one dared to disturb him.
The doorbell rang impatiently.
The driver glanced at Damian, waiting for his cue.
Damian said, "Go open it."
As soon as Christian walked in, he exclaimed, "What the hell, we're on vacation and you're holed up in the hotel... Damn, what happened to your face? Did someone hit you?"
Damian replied calmly, "I accidentally bumped into something."
Christian moved closer mischievously and touched the bandage on purpose, "Bumped into something? Got distracted by a pretty girl and ran into a lamppost?"
Damian frowned and avoided his hand, "Where's Benjamin?"
Christian rubbed his nose and started eating with a fork, "He's been a long-time partner. It's not right to kick him out over a disagreement, right?"
Damian snorted, "Since when did you become so humane?"
Christian laughed, "Learned it from you."
Damian said, "Then try to be more like it."
Playing mind games with him? Did he really need to deliberate over someone as insignificant as Benjamin?
Christian took a few bites of the food, clearly dissatisfied, and expressed his discontent with the entire hotel, "Seriously, couldn't you find a better place to stay? You picked this crappy hotel."
Although it was labeled as a luxury seaside resort, it was clearly inferior compared to six-star or seven-star hotels.
Damian said, "If you don't want to stay, you can leave."
Christian didn't beat around the bush and got straight to the point, "Did Ashley's friend contact you?"
"No."
"You dealing with a minor actress without a reasonable explanation is unlike you. It's that woman named Amelia, right? I checked, and she's also on the crew, playing a supporting role, and seems to be frequently bullied by Jessa!"
Damian said, "You talk too much."
That statement was as good as an answer for Christian.
Christian walked to the window, glanced at the sea, then looked down, "Is she here too?"
Damian said, "In a hurry to get scolded?"
Christian smirked coldly at the sky, "Since we're both in Limehof and staying at the same hotel, not inviting her for a meal isn't my style."
Damian didn't comment.
He needed a reason to meet with Ashley, and Christian was a very useful tool.
Christian dialed the number without hesitation, and after more than thirty seconds, someone answered, "Ms. Astor, what are you up to?"
Damian pretended to read the documents, but his hearing was exceptionally sharp.
He even heard a cool voice on the other end say, "Mr. Young? What's up?"
Damian smirked.
That was Ashley's tone.
Christian didn't show any sign of being snubbed; instead, he enthusiastically said, "I'm above you. Are you coming up, or should I come down?"
A bit cheeky, a bit arrogant.
This time, Damian didn't hear Ashley's response.
Christian continued, "Don't play dumb. We're staying at the same hotel. I'm on the top floor. Give me your room number, and I'll come find you."
"Not convenient."
"We're so familiar, what's inconvenient? Wearing too little or hiding someone in the room?"
Ashley laughed, "Both."
"That's great, same here. Since it's such a coincidence, we must meet."
After hanging up, Christian asked, "Which room is she in? Don't tell me you don't know, I won't believe it."
Ashley scratched her head, looking troubled, "Christian will be here soon."
"What!" Amelia got excited as soon as she heard Christian's name.
"Don't be mad. Our problem now is we have no clothes to wear, so..."
Amelia looked at her bathrobe and exposed legs, "Alright, let him come. I'll seduce him to death."
Christian's cheekiness was obvious.
After knocking on the door, he didn't come in but left the door ajar, leaning against the doorframe to comment, "Ashley, you knew I was coming and dressed up specially. I'm flattered."
Ashley was wearing the hotel's white bathrobe, with disposable undergarments provided by the hotel underneath. Her dry long hair hung naturally, giving her a lazy, relaxed, and sexy look. One hand was in her pocket, the other holding a fork, legs crossed as she leaned on the sofa. Such a simple pose was already full of charm.
"It's been a while, and you're still as cheeky as ever."
Christian chuckled, "You're too kind. I can't compare to some people."
"Mr. Young is so humble now."
A voice came from the bathroom, and then a figure in white walked out gracefully. Smooth, tender skin, long hair tied up casually with a few strands falling over her forehead, framing her sparkling eyes.
Her high-saturation lips curved into a smile, matching her eyes, like a sly fox.
Christian sneered, "Amelia, we sure have a lot of fate."
Seeing Christian again brought back memories of being tricked by him, mistakenly thinking she was assaulted, trembling for a long time, feeling both humiliated and scared, as if those feelings were gathering in her heart again.
Frustration, anger, agitation!
Amelia patted the empty seat next to her and smiled slightly, "Since you're here, Mr. Young, why don't you come in and sit?"
Christian whistled, his condescending attitude clearly showing he didn't take the women inside seriously and felt free to be frivolous.
Amelia gritted her teeth, damn it!
"Mr. Hearst!"
He suddenly shouted, then grabbed a man's arm, "Ashley invited me in for dinner, you shouldn't be shy either."
Ashley's gaze lifted suddenly, and she saw Damian with a bandage on his forehead. Pretending to be surprised, she said calmly, "Gentlemen, please come in."
Seeing their attire, Damian's brows furrowed with a hint of anger.
He stepped inside, sat down with a sullen face.
The already modest room felt even more cramped with the addition of two men, making the space feel tight and crowded.
Christian's eyes were full of disdain, "Ashley, if you're having a hard time, you can tell us. We can help, right?"
Ashley said, "Frugality is a virtue. Extravagance can lead to divine punishment."
Amelia clapped and smiled, "Promote virtue, prevent waste."
Christian clicked his tongue, "The takeout Ashley ordered is a bit greasy."
Amelia chimed in, "Compared to some people, I think it's fine."
Ashley unwrapped a spoon and placed it on the takeout box, "Mr. Young, with your delicate tastes, I won't force you."
Amelia laughed, "I forgot Mr. Young only eats people, not food."
Christian laughed, "Amelia, you know me well."
"Please, I don't dare to know you."
Damian picked up a fork and started eating, "It's alright."
Christian was stunned.
When had Damian ever eaten takeout in his life?
Such cheap takeout, just by looking at the packaging!
Amelia was also shocked. She thought these two were here to mock and make things difficult for them, but Damian was actually helping them out?
Was he still Damian?
Christian pointed at the food, "Aren't you afraid of getting a stomachache?"
Damian said, "Not as fussy as you."
What the hell!
Is that even human talk?
Who the hell is fussier than whom? Is there any justice?
Amelia straightened her back, feeling a surge of anger inside but maintaining a sunny demeanor on her face, "Mr. Young, have a bite?"
She held the takeout food with both hands and offered it to him.
Christian saw the message on her face—ill intentions.
Ashley intercepted, "Mr. Young doesn't care for this stuff, don't make it hard for him."
In a fit of anger, Christian grabbed a box and deliberately slurped it down roughly, "Just eating is boring, shouldn't we have some entertainment?"
Ashley was about to speak when Christian, leaning on the sofa, raised his hand, "Aren't you an actress? Show us what you can do, sing, dance, play an instrument, whatever."
That young master's demeanor, like commanding performers at a banquet, treating them as playthings for amusement.
Ashley held Amelia's hand down, her gaze sliding from Damian's expressionless face to Christian's, "What's there to see in her performance? Mr. Young, you're talented in singing, dancing, instruments, and eloquence. Show us something to open our eyes."
Christian gritted his teeth secretly, "Ashley, are you messing with me?"
Ashley smiled innocently, "Is it me who dragged you here? Since you're here, eating my food, it's impolite to leave empty-handed. It doesn't match Mr. Young's generous style."
A barely noticeable smile flashed across Damian's lips, then quickly disappeared.
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