(Alpha Andrew's POV) "Good morning, sir," the middle-aged man, Mr. Evans, greeted me, his hand carrying a lamp as the power supply seemed to have blacked out. "What do you want?" I asked him coldly, my eyes fixed on him, trying to see if he had come to spy on me. After all, the humans cannot be trusted. "Nothing, sir. I just thought to bring this lamp to you, as the hotel power supply and generator went off because of the heavy rainfall," he said, his voice quivering as he trembled under my scrutiny. "Leave. It's not needed," I dismissed him coldly, my voice chilling him, and he turned to depart. "Alright, sir. But how do you like our hotel? You can help us to run a free review to attract more customers." He paused to ask, and I knew that he was up to something. "Next time," I dismissed him, striding away. He called to my attention. "Excuse me, sir? How about the lady with you last night? She is not our woman. Did you pay her?" he asked, and I paused. This was why he was here—t
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