Chapter 93

Then Ethan didn’t waste time and headed straight to the private room. From what Clara said on the phone, it was clear she was already at ‌Elegance Peak. Her casual way of "ordering" dishes basically meant she read off the entire menu. Sure enough, by the time Ethan reached the room, the manager had personally come to greet him. “Mr. Blackwood, Mrs. Blackwood is already inside,” the manager informed him politely, with a wary look in his eyes. Mrs. Blackwood had never shown up in the media before, but she used Ethan’s black diamond card and was always courteous and soft-spoken. Still, the way she sat there—it gave off serious “catching someone cheating” vibes. That calm, that collected—it was unnerving, to say the least. “Which room?” Ethan asked, cool as ice. “In your reserved suite,” the manager replied quickly. Ethan nodded and moved forward without hesitation. But just a few steps in, someone called out, “Mr. Blackwood.” Ethan frowned and turned. It was Henry Carter—Fiona Barrington’