CHAPTER 527: CHAPTER 516: YOUR MISS HAS AN EMERGENCY, COME BACK QUICKLY!

Capital City, Ritz Carlton Hotel, Presidential Suite No. 1.

"What are you doing, stop it!"

"That’s dirty, don’t do that!"

On the large bed, Lilith shouted in shock, trying to stop Ye Huan.

"Shut up, don’t make too much noise."

"Besides, I’m just smelling, not doing anything else."

Ye Huan lifted his head, discontentedly stopping Lilith’s screaming, then lowered his head again...

Lilith was helpless, swallowing back the words that came to her lips, though her mind was full of complaints.

How could Ye Huan be so eager to sniff something so dirty?

Could it be that he has some sort of fetish?

That’s not okay!

It’s too dirty!

"Did you use this place morning, noon, and night?" Ye Huan asked, frowning.

"Yes, I used it all the time." Lilith replied a bit embarrassed.

"How shameless!"

Ye Huan was gritting his teeth.

"I’m not shameless, but you shouldn’t do that, that thing has been fermenting in the trash can for so long, it’s dirty!"

"I told you I’m just smelling, not eating. Besides, I can tell you clearly, the assassin has already been here." Ye Huan said, flicking a grain of rice from his hand back into the trash bin.

"You mean..." Lilith covered her mouth, a bit alarmed.

Ye Huan nodded, irked, "Yes, I smelled the scent of ’something else’ on that grain of rice, but I can’t determine which meal it belongs to, morning, noon, or night. This means the assassin might be one of the three waiters who delivered your meals.

In his words, there was a hint of blame.

Blaming Lilith for wasting food and disrespecting the farmers.

Such a large trash bin, half filled with leftover food.

"I...I’m just not used to Huaxia’s cuisine, so at every meal, I end up losing my appetite towards the end and throw it away." Lilith stuck out her tongue playfully, then angrily pulled out her phone and started dialing while grumbling, "This hotel’s supposed to be seven-star, but the security sucks, and there’s an assassin among the staff. I’m going to complain until they’re dead, and then have those three who brought me food come up here so I can interrogate them myself."

Before her call went through, Ye Huan snatched the phone from her, stopping her futile attempt.

Normal hotel security only guards against some social conflicts and offers no defense against professional assassins.

Plus, as long as the assassin who disguised as a waiter and delivered the meals with ’foreign objects’ is rational, they would certainly hide after the delivery.

The hotel won’t be able to find him, let alone bring him up to face Lilith’s questioning.

"Don’t waste your energy."

"I ask you, where’s your assistant, Diana?"

"Has she entered your suite?"

"If not, then the assassin can only be one of those three waiters." Ye Huan said.

"Diana would never harm me, rest assured." Lilith dismissed the ’possibility’ Ye Huan mentioned, but still answered, "Diana is staying next door in Presidential Suite No. 2. She was jet-lagged yesterday, same as me, and knocked on my door midway to ask if I would attend the closing press conference for today’s concert. I told her from behind the door I wouldn’t, and she left. She hasn’t stepped foot in my room. As for now, she’s likely attending the press conference herself."

Ye Huan said nothing, silently taking out his phone.

He had a deeply unpleasant memory, from his second year in the Dark World when he had a brief ’romance’ with a down-and-out assassin.

The two had a great relationship, lasting for a month.

But once.

During a routine ’English learning’ session, the woman was ’teaching’ on the bed one moment, then in the next, she suddenly pulled out a knife, aiming to slash Ye Huan’s throat.

If it weren’t for Ye Huan’s quick reactions, taking and turning the knife against her, he would have died.

That’s when Ye Huan realized the month’s sweet interaction was the woman numbing his nerves all along.

The woman’s approach was for the million-dollar bounty on his head.

This amount was enough to drive every impoverished assassin crazy.

After this incident, Ye Huan never easily trusted anyone again.

Human nature is not worth trusting.

For profit, someone who calls you brother one moment might kill you the next.

Using his right hand, Ye Huan took out his phone, directly opening a live-streaming platform, finding the live stream of the press conference, and clicked to watch.

Diana was indeed on screen.

Ye Huan moved his left-hand fingers slightly, unlocking Lilith’s phone screen and rummaging through her contacts.

Finding Diana’s number, he called her.

His eyes were fixed on the live stream on his right-hand phone.

The moment the call connected, Diana on the live screen visibly looked different, apologetically covered her pants pocket, said a few words, and temporarily left the scene.

Within seconds, the call connected.

"Miss, what’s wrong?" Diana asked.

Ye Huan sighed and said sorrowfully:

"Diana, it’s Ye Huan. Your Miss is in trouble, hurry back!"