Flash Marriage: Pampered by Mr.Bigshot

When it came to this, Logan was utterly frustrated.

Generally speaking, a hotel would agree to such a request since a hotel’s premises are known for prioritizing privacy.

Yet with so many people coming in, the hotel surprisingly refused to intervene.

This made Logan extremely annoyed, vowing never to appear at the Royal Dynasty Hotel again.

"The hotel won’t intervene?"

Nia Mitchell was stunned, blinking her eyes.

"Yes, the lobby manager didn’t agree, saying the hotel can’t kick people out. Moreover, many of these journalists have booked rooms, so he especially can’t throw the guests out."

Logan let out a sigh, his brows furrowing deeper.

Even the journalists at the Grand Gate entrance weren’t being ushered out by the hotel.

"I’ll go and ask."

Nia found it odd; normal hotels don’t act this way.

How could a hotel allow its guests to be harassed?

Therefore, Nia immediately made her way into the hotel, spotting the lobby manager not far away upon entry.

"Mrs. Peary?"

The manager was momentarily taken aback to see Nia Mitchell, finding it somewhat hard to believe.

It’s not meal time now, so why would she be coming over?

Moreover, she’s here alone this time?

"Here’s the thing, I’m currently Ethan Martinez’s assistant."

Nia felt that her words should make the manager understand the implication.

Hearing this, the manager was momentarily stunned.

"I’ll go discuss this matter with the hotel’s shareholders."

The manager turned and left, nonchalantly entering a private room.

MC Group—

Maxwell Peary looked at the message he received, feeling quite puzzled.

How did Andrew Davidson suddenly leave Sicily?

And didn’t even inform him this time.

Could it be that something happened during this time?

Or perhaps, it’s just that there’s nothing happening lately, so he decided to relax a bit?

But why choose here as the location?

Is he coming to find him?

Alan Morgan, sitting nearby, was also unsure.

"I contacted him a couple of days ago, but just before we could say much, he mentioned that someone attempted to access his phone, forcing us to terminate the call."

Is it related to this?

"No, it isn’t."

Maxwell thought it over and dismissed this reason.

Since Andrew noticed this issue, he would definitely manage it well, not to mention he has a unique operating method in Sicily.

"We’ll know everything once Andrew returns tonight. By the way, don’t you have an event tonight?"

It seems to be an auction.

Upon hearing this, Alan Morgan’s face darkened a bit.

"I don’t want to go, but I have no choice."

The upper management already issued an ultimatum, and if he doesn’t attend tonight, who knows how long his mother will nag?

Finding Shirley Grant has been a matter of some days; without a body, he won’t believe it.

"Handle your personal matters, alright."

Maxwell Peary couldn’t interfere much with Alan Morgan’s private life, not even as a brother.

"Don’t worry, I’ll handle my matters well. By the way, I’ve found some clues regarding Yancy Hastings."

As he said this, Alan Morgan’s expression turned extremely serious.

"Is that person Yancy?"

Many aspects were similar, yet many were different too.

It was quite peculiar.

"I confirmed once again, it’s definitely Yancy Hastings, and it seems he has joined a border terrorist organization."