My billionaire husband spoils me too much novel Chapter 387

The antique clock in the lobby ticked.

It was 8 o'clock in the evening. In normal situations, this was the most energetic time for people, but now they were trapped in this place because of wind and snow. Perhaps because the doors and windows of the hotel were all closed, the carbon dioxide produced by the burning fire in the lobby made people's minds a little sleepy.

Everyone was listless and looked anxious and haggard.

They leaned against their family members and warmed each other. They could do nothing but wait.

"No one will come to save us tonight."

Someone sobbed softly and looked at the snowy weather outside. It was dark. The blizzard outside sounded like ghosts crying and wolves howling, which was quite gloomy.

Christina closed her eyes and was half asleep.

Beside her, Crystal held Geoffrey in her arms and they had fallen asleep. Barbara hugged the quilt and curled herself up. She was nervous and could not rest. She opened her eyes from time to time to look around.

Chandler protected them by their side, while Charles and a few other men were on the other side chopping wood furniture with axes to support the fire to keep on burning to warm up everyone.

At night, in addition to the constant howling sound of the snow outside, it was the sound of Charles and the others chopping wood with axes. Most of the tourists here were rich people who had never done physical work. They were also not good at holding axes or using them, and they kept making the banging sound because they always hit something else.

The night was so quiet that it made people panic.

Christina listened to the sound of Charles and other men chopping the furniture. Instead, she was relieved and fell asleep.

But just as she was about to fall asleep, a scream came from outside.

Christina jumped up in shock.

Some people in the lobby also noticed the strange sound and turned to look outside vigilantly. However, it was dark outside the thick glass wall and there was nothing.

Suddenly, a figure ran past with a panicked expression. The light of the fire in the room faintly shone on him, and it could be seen that it was a figure of a man.

But the man outside looked pale and he seemed to be startled as he kept shouting. He pounded on the door with his hands. The look in Christina's eyes was a little frightened because she clearly saw that the hands of the man outside were stained with blood.

"Open the door."

"Open the door for me!" The man at the door shouted anxiously as he pounded on the thick door of the hotel.

Many people inside woke up and everyone looked fear and hesitant.

They didn't understand why someone suddenly appeared outside, and his hands were stained with blood.

Christina and Charles did not move. At this moment, a tall and thin man came out of the crowd and walked towards the door step by step.

Christina saw clearly that the man was the photographer who had instructed the tourists to lock the doors and windows.

Before everyone could speak, the photographer opened the door.

In an instant, the wind and snow swept over into the hotel.

Some people sitting near the door shouted in an uproar. The wind and snow at night were weaker than expected and were not so strong, but the temperature was still very low. The big fire in the center began to extinguish under the wind and snow.

The photographer acted quickly. He pulled the man outside the door in and immediately closed the door again.

The photographer asked him directly, "What exactly happened?"

The man was stared at by everyone, and he looked panicked, "I, I really didn't mean to kill him..."

"Ray locked the food storage room at the back kitchen. I wanted to get the key back, and then I accidentally..."

He seemed to have been too startled. His big hands were red and swollen from wind and snow and were stained with blood. He covered his face directly. The man was crying uncontrollably and kept explaining.

"We were fighting at the back door. Ray had the keys to all the exits of the hotel. He wanted to freeze me to death outside, so I dragged him out. We were fighting, and I wanted to grab the keys from his waist... I didn't mean to do it. I really didn't mean to do it. It was Ray who turned around and fell off the cliff himself."

Ray was dead.

Everyone was surprised to hear the news.

"So did you get the key back?" Someone shouted anxiously.

Sympathy was no longer worth mentioning at such a critical moment. They didn't care whether Ray was alive or dead after he fell to the bottom of the cliff. What they cared about most now was that the food storage room had been locked.

The man was crying uncontrollably as if he had a mental breakdown. "I didn't mean to it. I really didn't mean to kill him." He seemed to be really scared and slumped to the ground, muttering those words over and over again.

A man ran up impatiently to check if he had the key on him. The next second, he cursed in frustration, "Bastard, you didn't get the key back!"