"Sir..."
Watching his master's expression, Vincent sighed silently.
He knew that the words to follow didn't need to be spoken.
The interest that Joel Russo had been barely masking dissipated instantly, as if someone had thrown a bucket of water onto a burning fire.
The low pressure made it difficult for everyone around to breathe.
"Where's the room?"
He suddenly asked in a deep voice, sending a chill through everyone present.
The negative emotion in the air was so palpable that they found it almost unbearable.
Some people didn't even have time to react before Vincent coldly fixed his gaze on Jeff Kirkland standing beside him.
But Jeff Kirkland had no idea what Joel had just said.
"On the sixteenth floor."
It was Liam Lewis who spoke up.
Joel Russo walked into the hotel with a steady face.
The entourage that normally followed him with pompous arrogance seemed to have lost half their stature by now.
