Chapter 95
However, as soon as she set the phone down, the doorbell chimed.
“Who’s there?”
Evangeline had splurged on the presidential suite and had one rule: No interruptions. Apparently, that was
too much to ask.
Were the hotel staff clueless? What were the bodyguards even there for if not to keep people out?
“Hello, room service!” came a muffled call from the other side of the door.
With a frown, Evangeline swung the door open, her patience wearing thin. “I thought I made myself clear. No disturbances, remember?”
However, the words hung unfinished in the air as she saw the mischievous grin plastered on the face of the unexpected visitor.
There were no bellhops or maids in sight, just the malicious–looking Roslyn and a bodyguard who looked like he had seen a ghost.
Roslyn was a vision in red, her tank top and miniskirt combo screaming ‘party, her legs encased in sexy black fishnets, towering heels adding to her height, and her face done up in dramatic smoky makeup. She was a nightclub queen through and through.
“My apologies for the intrusion, my little princess,” Roslyn cooed, bowing theatrically and reaching out to Evangeline. “But a beauty like you shouldn’t be left alone. I simply had to join you, even if it’s a bit forward of me.” She could not keep a straight face and let out a snicker.
led up at this ho
Evangeline shot her a look. “How on earth did you find me here? And why are you all dolled up instead of sleeping?”
hour
Roslyn slung an arm around Evangeline, ushering her back into the room. “Haven’t you heard? Your split from Walter is the talk of the town. I figured you’d be down, so I did a little digging.”
Evangeline’s eyebrow arched. Someone had been snooping into her life. “Care to share your source?”
She would make sure never to let slip anything to this person again. The sensation of being under surveillance was downright awful.
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