"Oh." Beryl obediently walked in. Only when her butt touched the sofa did she relax slightly?
Marcellus went straight to the front desk of the hotel and checked in. He took out his ID card from the inner pocket of his pants and put it on the table with one hand on the side. His posture was casual, but there was a noble temperament in his bones that no one dared to look down on.
Even though the shirt he was wearing was not suitable, no one could ignore him when he stood there.
His aura was too powerful. Beryl thought of the first time she saw Marcellus. He was tied up and brought into a car. When she saw his face, even if she did not know his identity, she could sense that this man was definitely not a good person. He was definitely not someone to be trifled with.
Was it because she had known him for a long time now that the feeling of oppression was less, or did he not completely release his energy?
While she was letting her imagination run wild, the man had finished checking in and was walking toward the sofa with the hotel housekeeper.
Before she could get close, the man raised his hand and snapped his fingers. "Let's go, Beryl."
She came to her senses and quickly got up to follow him to the elevator.
The hotel housekeeper pressed a button for them. After a while, the elevator arrived. She followed Marcellus in. The man seemed to want to follow them in but was stopped by him.
"No need to come over."
The man immediately stepped back and nodded respectfully. "Yes, sir."
The elevator door closed. Marcellus swiped his card and pressed the 18th floor. He took out a room card from the rectangular card clip and handed it to her. "I'll give you one so that you won't feel uneasy."
Beryl took it and put it into her pocket. At first, she didn't think there was anything wrong with it, but when she realized it, she was already at the door of the room.
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