Chapter 388:

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Without a moment’s hesitation, he drew his gun, chambered a round, and shot Alex in the thigh.

As the bullet tore through flesh, Alex broke out in a cold sweat. His body crumpled involuntarily to the floor, falling to his knees with a thud.

Matthew holstered his gun and sneered,

«Deliver a message to Stevie. If he interferes with the Fairwa project again, he’ll have only himself to blame for the consequences.»

When Matthew exited the warehouse, his expression was dark.

Alex’s cautionary words had merit.

Matthew couldn’t always be in Fairwa to keep an eye on Stevie’s interference.

Nonetheless, this was a wake-up call. He needed to strengthen the oversight of the Fairwa project.

As they walked, Matthew instructed Fernando,

«I’ll head back to the hotel first. Take care of tying up the loose ends here. We’ll rendezvous at the hotel entrance before heading back to Seamarsh.»

«Understood.»

After a grueling two-hour drive, Stella reached Fairwa Hotel at the stroke of ten in the evening.

She hesitated briefly at the entrance before gathering her courage and walking in.

When she arrived at the check-in counter, she paused before asking politely, «Good evening. I’m the public relations assistant for Mr. Matthew Clark. He’s requested that I deliver an important document to him. Would you be able to confirm his room number for me?»

The receptionist offered a polite but guarded smile, responding in a measured tone, «I apologize, ma’am. We have a policy against disclosing guest information. You may contact the guest, and upon their consent, we can share the room number.»

Stella quickly ruled out making a call. She pursed her lips, pondered briefly, and then pulled a folder from her bag. «A call at this hour would be intrusive. This document is of pressing importance. Could you kindly ensure it reaches him?»

Stella felt a moment of relief, thankful that she had thought to bring a document along for this very scenario. After a moment of hesitation, the receptionist relented, swayed by the urgency etched on Stella’s face.

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Expressing her thanks, Stella turned to leave.

She then began to walk away but did so at a leisurely pace, all while keeping tabs on the receptionist’s movements.

Upon noticing the receptionist heading for the elevator, Stella swiftly doubled back.

She discreetly observed from a short distance as the elevator ascended and ultimately stopped at the eighth floor. Then she went into another elevator and made her way up the building.

As she stepped out, her eyes caught sight of the receptionist lingering by a room door. She swiftly took cover behind a wall, effectively hidden from view.

The receptionist rang the doorbell for an extended period but to no avail. Ultimately, she was forced to leave, document in hand.

Stella frowned, puzzled. If Matthew wasn’t in his room, where could he be at this late hour? Or perhaps… She shuddered, not daring to let her mind drift further.

Confirming the coast was clear after the receptionist’s departure, Stella approached the room cautiously. Taking a deep breath for courage, she rang the doorbell. Yet, she was met with complete silence.

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