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Night of Destiny (Anastasia Tillman)

Chapter 1412
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Chapter 1412

“How did she get the card to our room? Isn't this supposed to be the best hotel in the city? | want to file a complaint.”

Once the voices were gone, Queenie finally sighed in relief, but when she turned around, she realized she had yet another problem

on her hands.

A problem in the form of a handsman who had a swollen forehead thanks to her. He was glaring daggers at her.

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“Lettake you to the hospital, sir!”

However, he merely pointed at the door and commanded icily, “Get out.”

“Yes, right away!” Queenie replied before scurrying out the door.

At the stime, the man’s phone started ringing and he picked it up. “Hello?”

“Mr. Manson, the meeting has started.”

“I'll be right down.” Nigel replied. He took a deep breath. Who could tell him what the deal was with that rude girl just now?

The senior executives of Manson Group were all gathered in the hotel's conference room on the eighth floor, and the one seated at

the head of the table was Nigel Manson. It had been two years since he first returned from studying abroad, and now, he was a lot

more dignified and reserved.

Everyone was staring at the man at the head of the table whose forehead was red and swollen, and they all voiced their concern.

“What happened to your forehead, Mr. Manson?”

“Mr. Manson, | think you should go to the hospital! You might be left with a scar if you don’t treat it right away.”

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“Who had the gall to injure you right here in the hotel, Mr. Manson?”

Nigel exhaled and instructed his assistant, Andrew Knight, “Bringsice. I'll be fine once | ice it down.”

“A woman barged into my room this morning which led tobanging my forehead against the door, but | won't pursue the matter

since she’s a guest here at the hotel,” Nigel explained with a huff.

“You'll need to be more careful next time, Mr. Manson! I've heard that a lot of young women from wealthy families stay in our hotel

just so they can bump into you!” one of the managers said with a grin.

The others began to join in as well. “I've heard about that too! Mr. Manson is one of the most eligible bachelors in town. All these

young, wealthy ladies are racking their brains to find a way to marry him!”