Chapter 28

The presidential suite was massive, with way too many rooms inside. Charisse led the pretty girl into a guest room. The room was just next to the master bedroom—super convenient. "You can rest here for a while," Charisse said gently. "If you need anything, just press the bell." The girl nodded a little, looking nervous and unsure. Charisse quietly shut the door behind her and was about to leave, thinking everything was done for now. But as she passed by the recreation room, someone bellowed, "Where's the booze? Who's bringing the drinks?" She quickly pushed in the drink trolley. The guy who'd shouted was sitting right across from Elliot. He was huge—like, the moment he slumped in the chair, his body looked like melted lard. When he tilted his head back to drink, the flab under his chin jiggled like jelly. Charisse recognized him from Owen's stories. That lump of a man was Nathan Howard. His family was big in real estate—seriously loaded. But the guy himself? Total wreck. Spent his days