My beautiful boss

Chapter 48 The Brutal Young Man

Peter ate the meal very carefully and with serious trepidation.

He kept glancing at the door of the private dining room he was eating in, time and again, scared, that it would be kicked open at any moment and someone would show up.

On the contrary, Amelia enjoyed her meal with great comfort and ease. She savored every bite as though it was her last.

The meal lasted for more than an hour before it was finally over.

And nothing dramatic had happened yet, which gave a sense of relief to Peter.

As soon as they left the Rose Restaurant, Peter tossed a question toward Amelia, "Miss Mo, the dinner has ended. Can I leave now?"

Amelia was just about to answer when suddenly her phone rang. She hung up, grabbed Peter and said, "Do not leave right now. The traces of a major criminal have been found. You should just come with me."

"I am not a policeman, you see?!" Peter thought to himself, 'Is it really so difficult to get rid of this crazy woman?'

Peter was in the middle of his thoughts just when Amelia announced, "It is the duty of every citizen to cooperate with the police in handling cases!" Further, coming up with lame excuses, she tried to manipulate Peter. "Are you so hardheaded that you will let a weak woman fight with armed criminals all alone? What if I get injured? Are you so hardhearted?"

Peter had no words to say. But he rather thought to himself, 'This is not the way to cooperate with the cops just in order to handle a case. They cannot just pick a random guy up from the streets and expect him to arrest criminals on their behalf, can they?

What's more, you are a weak woman? If you are a weak woman, 80% of the men in the world would be lame sheep.'

Peter just thought about these in his mind, of course, as he dared not say them out loud.

Twenty minutes had passed when Amelia finally decided to take Peter to the Harvey Grand Hotel.

"Hello, I'd like to take a honeymoon suite on the eighth floor, near room number 802." Amelia walked straight to the front desk and announced.

By now, Peter had no clue what was happening. He was taken aback and so out of shear fear that he asked Amelia, "Why are we checking in to a hoenymoon suite, is it really necessary?"

"Can you please keep your mouth shut! Who do you think has the final say here, you or me?" Amelia coldly condemned what Peter had to say, took out her card and handed it to the girl at the front desk.

Being talked back, Peter felt quite adusted, but had to shut up obediently.

Amelia swiftly completed all the necessary formalities required for checking in and walked towards the elevator.

Peter had no other option but to follow her lead.

The two girls at the front desk looked at them strangely.

"How eligible is this man that he manages to have date such a gorgeous lady? That woman is so beautiful and elegant."

"Well, he must be a boy toy at first glance. Who knows how he'll be abused by the woman. Don't you see, he dare not even take a deep breath?"

"Yes, the boy toy is very pitiful. But it's worthwhile to hook up with such a beautiful woman, even if he's just a boy toy."

Peter overheard their conversation and wanted to turn around to argue with the two girls at the front desk, but he controlled himself not to.

'Who is a boy toy? Have you ever seen such a handsome boy toy? I'm just cooperating with the police in handling some case, understand? God! Why do they have such weird thoughts while being so beautiful?' Peter thought to himself.

Soon, Peter followed Amelia into the honeymoon suite. As soon as Peter entered the room, Amelia almost immediately closed the door.

Peter could not understand what was happening. "Miss Mo, what are you going to do now? Why are we here if not to arrest the criminals? Why the hell are we checking into honeymoon suite and closing the door behind us? I'm telling you, I'm not a saucy man."

"You're not a saucy man? Are you saying I am a saucy woman?" Amelia looked at Peter, her tone as fierce as ever, "Don't think too much. We just checked in to keep a watch on the criminals."

"Can we not just walk into their room and arrest them?" Peter was all sorts puzzled, "Besides, we should keep a lookout over them stealthily with the door open, shouldn't we? How can you surveille on them with the door closed?"

"Are you crazy?" Amelia reasoned with him, "Since they are criminals, they are bound to be extremely vicious and have weapons on hand. What if we run into danger if we rush in?

And since they're criminals, they must be on their guard, of course. Well, imagine a scenario when a man and woman check in to a hotel and take the honeymoon suite. Would they leave the door to their wide open for the world to see their business or would they close it? By leaving the door open, all we

will do is raising the suspicion of the criminals, is that what you're trying to do? Why on earth are you being so incompetent?"

"All right. Fine." Although, it made sense to Peter, he still couldn't help but ask Amelia, "When you already have a gun, what are you waiting for? Why don't you just walk into their room and shoot?"

"I'm a police woman, not a criminal. How can I just shoot randomly? Do you have no brain?" Amelia scolded him with a scornful look.

"I..." By this time Peter just wanted to slap Amelia on the face, instead he chose to keep quiet.

'She always takes out the gun and points it at me as if I were a criminal. Now when she actually comes across real criminals, she has the audacity to tell me that the police can't and doesn't shoot randomly. Who is she kidding?'

"I'm going to take a quick nap, until then, keep a close watch at the door, " Amelia instructed Peter, and then lay down comfortably on the big bed.

Peter didn't utter a word, rather thought to himself, 'Well, who is the police now, hmm? Suddenly, why am I getting the sub-ordinate vibes?'

Peter was in no mood to stay close to Amelia so he just picked up a chair, placed it near the door and quietly observed what was happening outside.

At this point, Peter had no clue that three men had just entered the Harvey Grand Hotel. A young man, along with two well-built men, who looked like his body guards, walked in and toward the front desk.

The young man appeared to be the same person who was present in Alfred's ward last night, and even Felix paid great respect to him.

"Which room was taken by the couple that just walked in?", the young man asked the girls at the front desk, in a loud hostile voice.

"Sorry, we can't share any customer's information without their consent." The girl at the front desk apologized and smiled, keeping it professional.

The young man slyly grinned

And suddenly grabbed the girl by her hair and pressed her head against the table forcefully. "Do not doubt it, I'll find someone to rape you tonight?"

The girl turned pale, her heart throbbed, and tears rolled down her cheeks. Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

The security guards saw this and rushed in, but they were stopped by the two bodyguards.

When the security guards saw a black book in the hand of one of the body guards, the expression on their faces immediately changed. They then complied with the body guards and backed down.

"They... they're in the honeymoon suite, room number 803." The other girl at the front desk shouted out loud, as she trembled with her pale face.

"Very good." The young man smiled and slowly slapped the delicate face of the girl, twice, before loosening his grip over her.

The girls looked at him with fear in their eyes.

To everyone's surprise, the young man didn't come looking for Peter, rather turned around and left the hotel. On his way out, he took out his mobile phone and dialed a number.

As soon as his call was answered, his expression changed from that of being the king to being a slave.

"What's the matter?" A heavy voice asked from the other end of the line.

"Sir, there is something that you should know. Miss Mo... em... Miss Mo, has been out with another man since the afternoon. Right now they are...."

The young man was sweating like a pig, scared to death, struggled to complete his sentence.

"What have they done? If you can't speak in one go, from the next time, your tongue won't be needed anymore." The voice on the other end of the line sounded angry and discontent.

"They... they've checked into a hotel, a honeymoon suite." The young man spoke, as he shivered.

The man on the other end of the line was dead silent.

The young man, even worse than before, trembled more intensely and couldn't breathe.