Sweet Subterfuge

Larissa was confused by the accusation. But as she was someone who had quite some experience working here, she had met more unreasonable guests.

Therefore, she was able to react quickly and gave her an apologetic smile. “My apologies, Ms. Gallagher. There must be a misunderstanding here. I just got back, and I am not quite sure what’s going on. Could you give me some time to look into the situation?”

At the same time, her mind was racing. The Regal Dynasty was a proper hotel with an established background. It would not be possible for them to forcibly evict someone without cause. But seeing the guards and cleaning staff present, the eviction did not seem false either.

Larissa could think of no one else who had the power to evict guests other than the general manager.

She was just about to call him for clarification about the situation when the door to the room at the end of the corridor opened.

Dylan emerged in his pajamas. His was stone-faced and exuded a cold aura similar to Kevan’s. His geniality in the morning was nowhere to be seen.

Thinking that they had disturbed his rest, Larissa quickly apologized. “Forgive me, Mr. Shields. There is a situation that we need to take care of at the moment. If you find the noise bothersome, I can have someone put you up in a different room.”

However, Dylan waved her off and smiled. “Don’t worry about it.”

Larissa was totally confused once again. If it was fine, then why was he upset earlier?

Dylan walked straight up to Karin, who clearly knew him.

“M—Mr. Shields?” Her previous arrogance was gone and replaced by anxiety.

“Ms. Gallagher.” Dylan was not as nice to her as he was to Larissa. His tone was polite and indifferent. “Mr. Rogers was the one who requested your eviction. As for why…” His smile did not reach his eyes. “I’m sure you know.”

Karsyn froze and steadily turned pale.

get any worse, I suggest

with herself for a few seconds before she turned and went back into her room. Soon, she emerged with her two assistants.

hid her face from view. She

accomplished their mission, the security guards left, and the

Larissa and Dylan were

leave?” Dylan asked her.

into the topic. “Are you available at the moment?

a moment before letting out a

“Sure,” he said.

…

into his room. He beckoned her

her head and said, “No,

on the side. “You’d like

“specialized in handling divorce cases,” so being able to guess Larissa’s goal was not that hard.

was as if she was exposing her wounds to someone else. She straightened up discreetly and clenched her fists, which were

what she expected, Dylan did not ask for the reason why. However, he simply became more professional and asked, “Has the asset

bitterly. “I’m in need of your services precisely because

not the least bit surprised. “How would your former husband

divorce agreement, and Dylan raised an eyebrow.

house? It

house, her rage began to ramp up. She did

Dylan looked interested in what

living in was bought after we got married. I made the down payment, and I am also paying for the mortgage. But the deed had both our names on it. However, just a few hours ago, my former husband showed me the papers for a gifting of property agreement that I had apparently signed and said

eyes narrowed. “Did you sign the papers in person?”

on the penmanship, it does seem to be by my hand. However, I don’t recall signing those papers.”

the off chance that it is… Unless you can prove that you were deceived by your former husband and were unaware of the contents

into a dark abyss. She did not even know when she signed the damn papers. How was she supposed to

don’t have to feel so bad. We can still approach it from another angle.” Having sensed her sadness, Dylan showed her a comforting smile. “Regardless of whether or not the papers are genuine, the transfer process he went through is definitely illegal. We can hold onto this point and do some digging. For all we know, we could implicate a bunch of people. By that time, there will be many who will want to get back at your former husband, so we won’t even need to do