Be Your Lover Forever (Alicia) novel Chapter 1932

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"It saves me a lot of trouble!"

As soon as the idea passed his mind, an indescribable emotion replaced it: It was a little... too much!

When he thought of Carolien, his mind was once again occupied by her passionate figure. He played with his mobile phone and could not help but scream,

"I really can't be idle!"

As soon as he picked up a document, another idea flooded into his mind. "But he really hasn't had a rest for a long time!"

After thinking for a moment, he finally put the document back. He picked up his phone and walked out of the door lightly.

In the office of Misty's Nightclub, Carolien had just returned with a sum of bills. With a bang, the door was knocked open. "Boss, boss—"

"What are you doing? Are you making trouble again?" It couldn't be! Who was stupid enough to make trouble at this time?

Shaking his head like a rattle drum, the waiter pointed to the door and panted for a long time without saying a word. He was so happy that his lips were almost lifted to the ears.

What kind of expression was that?

Carolien was still puzzled. The words stung her nerves in an instant. "Mr. Luther!"

The hand holding the coffee cup paused for three seconds before she put it aside. "Oh..."

"Boss, it's Mr. Luther. He's in room 1!"

The excited voice of the waiter sounded again, but Carolien's mood had returned to normal. "Okay, did he ask you to inform me?"

"Uh?"

He was obviously confused, but instinctively, the waiter still shook his head. "No!"

Before he could speak, Carolien had already waved her hand and said, "I know. Tell them how to line up and how to do it. Do your job well! Go and do your work!"

"Yes, boss!"

Turning around, the waiter hurriedly left, and there was still joy and excitement on his face.

Why did she look happier than she was when someone came?

Pulling up the corners of her mouth, Carolien did not know whether to laugh or cry.

Was she now like a favored concubine waiting for luck in ancient times? So even her staff had the mentality that they were bound together for good or ill.

Should she be happy or sad about the united front?

Carolien lifted her cup of coffee and returned to her seat. She took out her phone and saw that there was no news about Elijah. Sitting down, she continued to work. After drinking a cup of coffee and seeing that the remaining work was not urgent, she cleaned up the table and went out to patrol habitually.

At this moment, the guest in room number one had already sat for half an hour. The originally expectant expression on Elijah's face had turned into one of gloominess and despair. His fingertips tapped lightly on his knee as he swept his gaze over the door. It was also dark and heavy.

A light sound of knocking on the door sounded. A moment later, a waiter brought over a fruit tray. Elijah's eyes stared deathly at the woman's body, his expression gloomy.

"Mr. Luther, the fruit tray you want! If there's nothing else..."

The waiter put it down, trembling with fear. He lowered his head and was about to leave when he heard a cold and impatient voice.

"Wait a minute!"

Oh, no! What now?

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