Chapter 387 Eavesdropping On Room 1206

The flashy Rolls-Royce drove to the Grand Imperialist Hotel. The two men in police uniform marched Bryson into presidential suite 1205 and forced him into a seat on the couch. Bryson struggled to get up, and Zachary shot him a cold glare. “One more toe out of line, and your mouth will be stuffed with underwear, courtesy of the owner of these socks.” “Mmph!” Bryson groaned in panic. His face drained of color from fright. He shot Zachary a fierce glare but compliantly sat down on the couch and stayed still. Then, Lucas arrived at Zachary’s side. “Sir, everything’s ready. We’ve followed your instructions to the tee. The show will be starting soon. Shall I unveil the curtain?” He gave Zachary a remote control. Zachary didn’t answer. Instead, he tilted his dark, shapely brows toward Charlotte. Lucas instantly understood his implication and turned to Charlotte with a grin. “Hehehe… Milady, such a major, arduous, and glorious event should only be completed by you.” “Ah, yes.” Cha