Chapter 101 Carlos Is Crazy
At the end of the second-floor corridor in the Pearl Hotel, a figure cloaked in a black waiter's uniform discreetly produced a mobile phone. Ensuring he was unobserved, he relayed a message into the device, "Carlos, Ms. Howard is alone in the lounge. Jamie didn't do anything. He just left."
"Keep an eye on Rachel. I'm on my way." Carlos responded, appearing on the scene approximately ten minutes later.
"Jonny, secure the entrance." He commanded before stepping into the lounge.
Upon entering, he was greeted by a scene of scattered women's attire. Halting in his tracks, he bent to retrieve a light pink lace dress, once worn by Rachel against her bare skin. He held her bra to his nose, inhaling deeply.
The scent of roses intertwined with Rachel's unique fragrance intoxicated Carlos.
Rachel, rendered unconscious by Jamie, lay on the bed, her form concealed beneath a blanket.
Carlos cast his gaze upon the slumbering Rachel, then cautiously lifted the blanket.
The sight of her pristine, white body ignited a deep desire within him.
He lowered his head, tracing his nose along her cheek, drawing in another deep breath. A daring notion took root in Carlos' mind. Despite his liberal attitudes towards sex and no shortage of female companions, he had never bedded a high-class woman like Rachel.
Once the idea germinated, it grew wild and uncontrollable. Carlos hastily unbuckled his belt.
He, like Jamie, was a child raised by the Howard family. Why was his status inferior to Jamie's? Why was his father deemed less than Jamie's father? Consequently, he was not as valued as Jamie. Even the Howard family's favorite girl favored Jamie. But now, the tables were turning. Rachel would soon be his!...
Half an hour later, Carlos rose from the bed, intoxicated by the experience of claiming a virgin. He observed Rachel, still unconscious and disheveled on the bed. She was yet to awaken, oblivious to the identity of her lover. Carlos dressed himself, arranged Rachel in various provocative poses, and captured several photos with his phone. Satisfied, he exited the room.
Outside the door, Jonny greeted him anxiously, "Carlos."
Carlos glanced at him, "Is everything in order?"
"The surveillance has been handled. No one will know you were here tonight."
Carlos nodded, "Good."
Simultaneously, on the third floor, outside Ruben's resting room, Paul waited until Ruben was asleep before emerging. He chanced upon Adrian and immediately bowed slightly, "Mr. Howard."
"Has my grandfather rested?"
"He has, sir. He was in high spirits today, but the late hour and the lengthy socializing have worn him out. Ruben, in his eighties, lacks the stamina to entertain guests for over four hours."
"Very well, Paul. I'll take my leave now. Please look after my grandfather."
"Yes, Mr. Howard."
Once Adrian departed, Paul straightened up, his fists clenched. He was Ruben's offspring. Adrian treated him with the same respect as the Howard children, but in reality, he was merely the Howard family's housekeeper, a servant with slightly elevated status.
Henry was merely a child Lucy had brought home, yet his status surpassed Paul's. Had Henry not perished in an accident, he might already own shares in the Howard Group, while Paul had nothing. Paul's phone buzzed. He retrieved it, recognizing the caller as his unreliable son. A wave of annoyance washed over him.
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