Chapter 973

As Lysander made his exit, a parade of hulking bodyguards fell into step behind him, their commanding presence leaving the hotel in a formidable procession of power.

The moment they were out of sight, the hotel manager, who had been bracing himself against the onslaught of his intimidating guest, finally allowed his trembling body to collapse onto the floor. His face buried in his hands as he wept.

“What am I going to do? My life’s work is in ruins, I’m bankrupt. My family, they’re all counting on me…”

the manager sobbed, his voice steeped in despair. “You’ve been profiting from other people’s misery, and shutting down might be the best thing for the public good. The rot inside this hotel runs deep; you can’t tell me you’re oblivious to the scandals that have occurred under your roof,” Callum said coldly, addressing the broken man before him.

The hotel was riddled with systemic flaws, a breeding ground for corruption and decay. Employees had colluded with outsiders, preying upon countless innocent women.

As the proprietor, the manager couldn’t possibly have remained utterly unaware of the whispers and rumors.

To possess knowledge of such wrongdoing and yet allow it to fester, to take no action to rectify the situation, was tantamount to profiting from evil. Shutting down the hotel was a mere slap on the wrist for the manager. He deserved to lose everything, to be thrown behind bars, to truly understand the depths of despair.

The hotel manager was stunned, tearfully looking up at Callum. “You can’t make baseless accusations like that, sir. There’s no evidence.”

Callum’s lips twisted into a mirthless smile. “Oh? And how do you know I don’t have any evidence?

Wait until the police get their hands on what I’ve got, then try talking to me again.”

With that, Callum turned on his heel and walked away, his smile fading in an instant, his eyes icy and resolute.

Not only was Callum a partner to Leopold and an entrepreneur in the electronics industry, but he was also a journalist, and his work in the press was a closely guarded secret.

Through his efforts, countless shady dealings had been brought to light, with each corrupt businessman exposed receiving their just deserts, However, no one knew that Callum was the man working the strings behind the scenes.

His visit to this hotel was prompted by reports of numerous assaults on women there. He had come to gather evidence and to investigate. Fate had led him to cross paths with Thalassa, and he had ended up saving her.

Hearing Callum’s words, the hotel manager was struck by a wave of panic. He scrambled to his feet and lunged at Callum, grabbing his arm in a desperate plea. “The hotel’s already on the brink of collapse, sir. Please, have mercy on me.”

Callum pulled his arm away, his gaze devoid of sympathy, filled only with a chilling sense of justice and disgust for corrupt businessmen like the one before him.

“Mercy? Did you ever consider showing mercy to the innocent women?” Callum retorted.

“But I didn’t do those things,” the manager blurted out in a frantic defense.

No sooner had he spoken than he realized his fatal slip-up, but it was too late for regrets.

A sardonic smile played on Callum’s lips. “So, you’ve been aware all along of the crimes committed by your staff. You’ve stood by and done nothing-you’re an accomplice! Prepare to face the consequences.”

Callum’s decisive words hung in the air as he strode towards the exit.

The hotel manager’s panic morphed into a twisted rage, leaving no trace of his former pitiful-demeanor.

He blocked Callum’s path, his expression turning menacing. “What evidence do you have? Hand it over, or you’re not leaving this place!”

As he spoke, he signaled for his men to surround Callum.

Unfazed and icy, Callum didn’t so much as glance at those closing in on him but locked eyes with the hotel manager.

“Elliott and Bruce, working together, brought at least three women to your hotel and assaulted them.

You knew about it, turned a blind eye, didn’t intervene, didn’t call the police, and even condoned their actions. Do you realize the gravity of your crimes?”

“So, you’ve known about Bruce all along. Why didn’t you say anything in front of Lysander?” the hotel manager demanded, his face a mask of dark clouds.