Soon enough, the manager on duty rushed into the surveillance room.
"Hello, Mr. Knight!"
Oliver didn't reply verbally but signalled with his eyes for him to take action.
The manager directed him. "Quick, pull up the surveillance from the terrace corridor."
The captain of the security team paused for a moment. Hearing the manager address Oliver so politely, he understood that this guy wasn't just anybody. After a quick thought, he promptly instructed his team to retrieve and display the surveillance footage.
In just a short while, the surveillance footage that couldn't be accessed before suddenly became available.
On the display screen, the scene from the terrace slowly emerged. It was clear as day. Declan had initially grabbed Grace's hand, and even after she pulled away, he persistently pursued her and tried to hug her.
"Oh! The truth is out!"
"That's him, being all creepy and handsy. And when he got caught, he had the nerve to blame Ms. Parker."
"Such audacity!"
Vivian and her group, standing outside, also saw the footage on the monitor.
Vivian gritted her teeth, while Declan's face turned red and then white. He tried to justify himself. "I was drunk earlier, so I didn't know what I was doing. It wasn't intentional ... "
Vivian's friends beside her looked troubled, unsure of how to react.
They had previously boasted about tarnishing Grace's reputation.
Now that the truth was revealed, they were left speechless.
Grace turned to look at Vivian. "Vivian, it seems like you haven't been doing so well these past few years, huh? Hehe."
Then, Grace swiftly took out her phone and called the police.
"If you were drunk, then go explain it to the police. You attempted sexual assault and made false accusations. I'm going to get to the bottom of this!"
Vivian felt utterly humiliated!
She couldn't bear to stay a moment longer and turned to leave.
Declan hurried to catch up, and the others followed suit, leaving one by one.
With everything resolved smoothly, Grace felt a great sense of relief. She turned to Oliver and said, "Why didn't you tell me earlier that you own Spring City Hotel?"
Oliver replied, "Well, you never asked, did you?"
Grace retorted, "If I didn't ask, couldn't you have mentioned it?"
Oliver conceded, "Okay, my bad."
The two of them bantered back and forth in the surveillance room.
Nydia exchanged a glance with Hazel, then quietly walked out of the room with Violeta.
...
They reached the ground floor.
Violeta glanced at the time.
"It's getting late. I should leave."
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