With that said, Shania’s face reddened slightly. However, she knew she would have her own room if they went to a hotel.

Neither Jagoan nor Uriah would ever lay hands on her.

“A hotel… Okay… It seems to be the only way,” Jagoan thought about it and agreed.

Uriah took out his phone to text the staff at the mayor’s residence, notifying them that Shania would not be returning for the night, and headed to a nearby hotel with Shania and Jagoan.

Jagoan ordered three rooms, one for each of them.

Shania’s room was in the middle, while Uriah’s room was on the left, and Jagoan’s was the other on the right.

The arrangement was to prevent accidents. There should not be any accidents, but Jagoan and Uriah, who lived on both sides of the street, could rescue Shania in time in case of one. That way, Shania would be safe from danger.

Although it was not the most luxurious presidential suite and was only a deluxe room, the rooms had good

conditioner, TV,

wrapped himself in a towel

TV dramas, so Dorodo’s local TV news was

did not appear. The problem of the poor had been Dorodo’s problem for a long

the past, but such news were no longer seen for

sip of beer. The cold taste of beer slightly burned

tell him he would not return to the base tonight and got ready for bed. However, there was suddenly a

Knock, knock!

Knock, knock, knock!

looked toward the door in

the person outside

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