The screeching sound of tires against the parking lotâs floor was loud as Steven witnessed his boss
drifting the Bugatti into the parking spot.
Stevenâs lips rose into a proud and admiring smile.
Bella stepped out of the sports car, still in wet hair. Her beautiful eyes were burning with rage.
âWhich room is that bastard Ryan in?!â
âThe presidential suite on the top floor.â
Steven looked worried and lowered his voice, âTheyâve just checked in. There is only one suite on the
top floor, so you can go upstairs and handle the situation without disturbing other guests.â
âAlright.â
A few minutes later, the fuming Bella stepped on her sharp stilettos and came to the door of the
presidential suite with murderous intent.
Steven followed her step by step, feeling like Bella was there to catch her husband cheating instead of
rescuing Carrie.
âSwipe your card.â
âYes, Miss.â
Steven used the master key card to open the door. Bella kicked the door open with such force that it
almost made a big hole in the thick door panel.
âRyan Hoffman! Get your ass out here now!â
Bella was at the peak of her anger as she roared a command.
At this moment, Ryan heard her voice and came out.
His bangs were still dripping with water. His muscular upper body was naked, and his toned lower body
was loosely wrapped in a bath towel.
Steven took a breath. He was afraid that the towel would fall if Ryan took another step, staining Bellaâs
pure eyes.
However, Steven also thought that it was a pity that Ryan was not a gigolo.
âBella? Itâs really you!â
When Ryan heard the shouting, he thought it was Bellaâs voice, but he was not sure. When he came
out and saw that it was her, his eyes lit up with excitement. âOh, why didnât you tell me that you were
coming? I wouldâve put on some clothes.â
Then he winked and said with a devilish smile, âAlthough I do look better without clothes.â
Bella laughed angrily and slowly approached him.
Slap-!
Slap-!
Slap-!
Ryan only felt three flashes before his eyes. Three crisp slaps shook the entire presidential suite.
Bella struck him so quickly that he did not even realize what was happening. She slapped his arrogant
and handsome face three times in a row.
Ryan stared at her in astonishment, angry and aggrieved. His lips. were trembling.
âBella⦠You hit me⦠You actually hit meâ¦â
Ryanâs cheeks were swollen, burning, and numb.
Steven, who was behind Bella, was also shocked. However, he was more worried about whether
Bellaâs hand hurt from such a strong slap.
âOf course!â
Bellaâs blood boiled in her chest. She clenched her painful and numb palms. âDidnât I warn you before
that Carrie is like my sister even though sheâs not related to me?! Are there not enough women around
to entertain you? Why are you harassing Carrie? Do you think itâs exciting to sleep with your friendâs
sister?!â
âNo, no⦠Bella, listen to me!â Ryan was so anxious that his mouth. went dry. However, Bella did not
give him a chance to catch his breath.
âRyan, I really misjudged you. Youâre a filthy beast!â
Bellaâs words pierced Ryanâs heart. An overwhelming grievance rushed over him, and his eyes turned
red.
âRyan Hoffman, what did you do to Carrie?â
A cold voice interrupted Ryanâs explanation.
Bella suddenly turned around, only to see Justin striding over.
In the blink of an eye, Justin rushed to her side and glanced at her gently.
Bella frowned and sized him up.
Why did he look so unkempt? Did he go coal mining?
âJustin! Bella slapped me three times in the face and called me a filthy beast!â
Ryan felt even more aggrieved when his best friend appeared. He cried like a bullied schoolgirl in front
of the principal. âShe accused me of something I didnât do! Control her!â
Justinâs eyes were deep as he turned to glance at the fuming Bella.
âI can never control what she does.â