The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

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.”

any evidence? Wait until

on his heel and walked away, his

only was Callum a partner to Leopold and an entrepreneur in the electronics industry, but he was also

to light, with each corrupt businessman exposed receiving their just deserts, However, no

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

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

sympathy, filled only with a chilling sense of justice and disgust for corrupt

you ever consider showing mercy to the innocent women?” Callum

things,” the manager blurted out in a frantic

sooner had he spoken than he realized his fatal slip-up, but it was too

Callum’s lips. “So, you’ve been aware all along of the crimes committed by your staff. You’ve stood by and