Chapter 46
Thank you for everything today, Mr. Jackman,” said as I stepped out of the car and closed the door behind me.
The middle–aged man and the female staff member at the entrance personally escorted me into
the hotel.
The man introduced himself, and I learned that he was the manager of the hotel.
“This is the room we’ve arranged for you–a single suite,” he said.
I hesitated for a moment before asking, “How much does this room cost for one night?”
“It’s complimentary, per Mr. Jackman’s instructions,” he replied.
“I mean, how much would it cost an ordinary person for one night?”
“This is a luxury suite, priced at 1,300 dollars per night,” he explained, becoming even more polite.
“Do you have a less expensive room available? A standard single room would be fine.”
The manager looked uncomfortable. “We do, but Mr. Jackman specifically instructed-
“I’m not that close with Mr. Jackman. I intend to pay him back for this, so please arrange for a simpler single room for me,” I insisted.
After some hesitation, the manager led me to a standard room with a large bed.
“In that case, Ms. Sutton, please make do with this room for tonight. The discounted internal rate for this room is 399 dollars per night,” he said.
I thanked him, took the room card, and entered the room.
Though smaller, the room was still up to five–star hotel standards. After taking a shower, I changed into the provided bathrobe and lay down on the bed.
It was then that I noticed a message from my roommate, Amelia.
“Jules, the student council came to check the dorm earlier. Technically, you’re still on leave, so they don’t have jurisdiction over you, but they did ask about your whereabouts. I’m not sure if it’ll cause any issues.”
I replied with a voice message, “Don’t worry, it won’t be a problem. I’m staying at a relative’s place tonight. Get some rest.”
Amelia quickly replied with a voice message that simply said, “Okay.”
After responding to her, I noticed a follow request that had been sent a few hours earlier.
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It came with a direct message that read, “I’m Leonardo.”
In my previous life, I never had a way to contact Leonardo. Hence, I declined the request.
Moments later, another message request came through. “Aren’t
you curious what Samuel is doing?
I declined again
Soon after, another message popped up. “The person he cherishes most is Yvie.”
This caught my attention, and I accepted the request.
I knew Leonardo wouldn’t say something like that without a reason. It had to mean that Yvette and Samuel were doing something significant right now for him to bring it up.
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Once the request was accepted, Leonardo immediately sent a text message.
My phone was previously set to a mode for the visually impaired, which allowed messages to be read aloud. However, I had since switched back to the regular mode,
Leonardo wrote, “I told Samuel that the student council checked the dorms and found out you weren’t there or at the university. Guess what he said?”
I replied, “I don’t want to know. Let’s stick to what you mentioned earlier. What’s going on with Samuel and Yvette?”
Leonardo, of course, ignored my request and sent Samuel’s response anyway–something I could have predicted and dreaded.
Leonardo replied, “Samuel asked if I cared about you because I wanted to sleep with you. He said he wouldn’t mind and even joked about joining in.1
My head buzzed at this. Samuel didn’t see me as a person, and neither did Leonardo. Sending such degrading words was nothing more than an attempt to humiliate me.
I took a deep breath, forcing a bitter laugh as I lay on the bed. These people were just as pathetic as I was.
I picked up my phone and sent Leonardo a voice message, “Leo, is something wrong with Yvette? Did something happen that made you feel less important than Samuel?
“Is that why you’re so upset and lashing out at a blind woman to feel better about yourself? You’re angry at Samuel but don’t dare confront him, so you’re taking it out on someone you think you can trample on Do the others know what a pitiful, twisted coward our dear Leo is?”
Leonardo was, of course, less important than Samuel in Yvette’s eyes. After all, Leonardo didn’t have an uncle named Gideon.
