The Enigma Of Room 622 Novels & Stories

6 private room and said, "There, No. 6." No. 6? Henric blinked his eyes. No wonder his lie was exposed in an instant. It turned out that he was in room six. "Thank you, auntie." After saying that, Henric ran to the No. 6 private room. He reached out his hand to twist the handle and opened the door of the private room. There were only four people in the large private room, and all of them were men. The dishes on the table didn't seem to be eaten. There were wine glasses in front of them and they were drinking.

As Lilith reached the end of the hall, Cleopatra returned to my side. "Did you get them all?" Lilith asked, her hands brushing against the stone wall. It was a peculiar place to have a stone wall when the rest of the house's interior was drywall, but a faint clicking sound gave way to my suspicions as she pushed a stone into place, unlocking a hidden door. "Yes. All spies have been dealt with." I fought the urge to vomit at the mental picture that formed in my mind—not wanting to imagine how Cleopatra dealt with the so-called spies, though, by the rather plump spot in her long body, I could hazard a few guesses.