Chapter 340
In a nearby corner, a wheelchair lay tipped over on its side. A familiar figure came into view. Debraโs eyes widened in surprise. โAndrew?โ
Then it clicked. The Emerald Hotel was owned by the Potter family, so it wasnโt unusual for Andrew to be here, even at this late hour.
โItโs nothing, thank you,โ Andrew said politely.
Debra noticed his legs werenโt entirely paralyzed but seemed difficult to use. He managed to pull himself back into the wheelchair with a grimace of effort. He didnโt seem particularly surprised to see her, which made sense. Juan had booked the entire restaurant in the Emerald Hotel, and as the owner, Andrew would naturally be aware of the arrangements. Debraโs initial instinct was to flee, but she hesitated, caught in a moment of indecision. She decided to make small talk to buy herself some time. โMr. Andrew Potter, whereโs your assistant?โ
Andrew replied calmly, โHeโs handling something for me.โ
Debra nodded. โShould Iโฆโ Her eyes darted towards the exit before settling back on Andrew. She felt a pang of concern as she noted the lack of elevators and the multitude of stairs. The hotelโs layout wasnโt particularly friendly for someone with mobility issues.
โShould I take you upstairs?โ she offered, her voice tentative.
โThank you, Ms. Frazier,โ Andrew said, as if he had anticipated her offer.
Debra felt a twinge of regret for her impulsive politeness but proceeded to wheel Andrew forward. Andrew was dressed in a simple white shirt and gold-rimmed glasses; his deep-set eyes and aquiline nose lent him an air of refined elegance, with a hint of something more sinister lurking beneath the surface.
โMr. Andrew Potter, which room are you in?โ
โ712.โ
โ712?โ
โWhy? Are you familiar with the room?โ
โNot really. I just think itโs a nice number.โ It happened to be her birthday.
โThis is where I often work. Sometimes, for business reasons, I stay here to avoid trouble,โ Andrew explained.
โI see.โ Debra was puzzled. That had nothing to do with her, yet it almost sounded like he was intentionally telling her. She quickly dismissed the thought, believing she had read too much into it.
They reached the seventh floor, and Debra wheeled Andrew into room 712. As soon as they entered, a faint, pleasant fragrance filled the air. The roomโs decor was simple yet elegant, with every piece of furniture exuding an aura of top-notch quality.
โThis decor is quite different from the rest of the hotel.โ
โWell, itโs my place, so of course itโs different.โ
Debra nodded, her eyes widening as she took in the roomโs luxurious appointments. The Emerald Hotel was the largest business hotel in Seamar City, renowned for its exquisite furnishings. This room was even more impressive than the hotelโs largest presidential suite.
โMr. Andrew Potter, where did your assistant go?โ Debra asked.
โThere was some trouble downstairs. He went to handle it and should be back soon,โ Andrew explained, his gaze steady and unreadable. โMs. Frazier, please sit down and have some tea.โ
โI donโt like tea.โ
โThereโs coffee too.โ
Debra considered making a run for it but remembered Andrew mentioning trouble downstairs. It was likely related to Sheila.