Saved by the Mafia King

Inside the luxurious presidential suite, clothes were scattered all over the floor.

The night was eerily quiet; only the sound of running water in the bathroom could be heard.

Elizabeth Hubbard quietly lay on the bed, her clear black eyes fixed on the bathroom door. Her fists clenched beneath the quilt, creasing the bed sheets.

With a creak, the bathroom door opened and a well-built man stepped out, the scent of shower gel lingering in the air.

Ronald Marquez didn't even spare a glance at Elizabeth. Instead, he bent over to pick up the clothes on the floor. Then, he walked to the mirror and slowly put them on one by one.

"Sir..." Elizabeth called softly, her gaze fixed on his broad, muscular back.

"Um-hum," the man replied without turning, his voice indifferent.

"Th-this will be the last time. I'm able to cover my brother's medical expenses now," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, timidity written all over her face.

Upon hearing that, Ronald paused for a moment, mid-motion as he tied his tie. Then, he pressed his thin lips together.

"I see," he replied, his tone flat.

After grabbing his blazer and quickly putting it on, he added, "Don't forget to take the pill."

His words snapped Elizabeth out of her trance. She subconsciously turned to the bedside table, where the birth control pill was placed.

She had already grown used to this routine.

After sex, she would take the pill of her own accord, never needing him to remind her. And he rarely mentioned it.

But today, after she told him it was the last time, he actually brought it up. Elizabeth was taken aback.

But on second thought, she knew why.

He was probably worried that she would secretly give birth to his baby and come back to blackmail him.

It was understandable. After all, women would kill to be entangled with someone as important as him.

Lifting her head, she was about to tell him that she would take the med, reassuring him that he didn't have to worry.

However, when she looked up, he was nowhere to be found.

***

Two years later, in the conference room of Stellar Hotel in Swynwick.

"Elizabeth, have you checked the presidential suite? Everything's in order, right? The guest will arrive at three o'clock this afternoon," the General Manager, Blaze Booth, asked with a serious look on his face while tapping the pen in his hand.

Elizabeth nodded. "Yes, everything's fine. It's just that..."

"What is it?" seeing her hesitation, Blaze asked.

"We don't have any information about the guest. How can we arrange for anyone to pick him up?" Elizabeth wondered.

Blaze waved his hand dismissively. "There's no need for you to pick him up. The guest's visit is confidential, so the information we've received is very limited. What we do know is that the guy is influential. And no one dares to offend him. You all need to be on high alert and serve him well. Understood?"

"Got it," everyone replied in unison.

"After the meeting, the housekeeping department and the catering department should confirm the menu for the presidential suite tonight. We must ensure that this reception goes off without a hitch," Blaze instructed.

After finishing, he tossed the pen in his hand and was about to leave when someone hurriedly barged into the meeting room.

"Mr. Blaze, the distinguished guest has arrived ahead of time. He's now at the entrance, about to get out of the car," Cyrus Walsh from the protocol department panted, out of breath as he reported.