Chapter 427: Chapter 427

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Eileen raised a hand to halt the flurry of activity. “No need for that. I’m actually here to find someone.”

A collective sigh of relief passed through the group.

“Please, return to your duties. At the reception, could you help me check in on two guests?” Eileen directed the staff back to their positions and approached the front desk.

The receptionist, now focused, followed Eileen.

“Certainly, Ms. Curtis. Who are we looking for?”

“Check if there’s a room booked under the name Zola Murray,” Eileen instructed, glancing at her watch. She wasn’t sure whether the reservation would be under Zola’s name or her companion’s. If not, she’d have to review the surveillance footage.

While the receptionist continued her search, the staff quietly observed Eileen, finding her even more impressive in person than in the photographs circulating online. Her presence exuded both authority and elegance, causing everyone to become more vigilant, worried that any misstep might draw her reprimand.

A security guard murmured under his breath, “Not only is she impressively capable, but she’s stunningly beautiful too.”

“I know, what man could possibly be her equal?” another staff member chimed in curiously.

“Wasn’t there some buzz about her and the former CEO of Apex Group, Mr. Dawson? Although the rumors have been mixed lately,” one added, fueling the speculative conversation.

“Chances are slim now. You mentioned ‘former’ CEO. His fortunes have dipped too low to align with Ms. Curtis,” another pointed out skeptically.

More to discover gαℓησνeℓs․cøm “Hasn’t he recently founded EB Group?”

“What of it? New ventures struggle to gain ground.”

“But I heard it’s already gone public, and it’s claimed a lot of Apex Group’s assets. Seems like smooth sailing from here.”

“But…” The conversation took a disdainful turn as the guard concluded, “Snatching Apex Group’s resources and starting his own company? Shameful! He’s not worthy of Ms. Curtis.”

The group collectively agreed—no one could truly meet the lofty standards they imagined for Ms. Curtis.

At that moment, the receptionist looked up. “Ms. Curtis, I’ve located the booking.” She handed Eileen the information. “Miss Murray reserved a themed room about forty minutes ago.”

“Please retrieve the surveillance footage of their check-in, monitor their checkout time, and send me the footage afterward,” Eileen instructed calmly.

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