Awakening The Hidden Dragon

CH 0008 SALVATION

“I'm going to sue this hotel into Oblivion. Do you know who I am?”

Watson escorted Knox out a side entrance, unnoticed in the commotion.

"Well done," Knox said quietly as he walked to the waiting car.

"Thank you, young master. Do you think he'll sign?"

Knox's smile was cold. "He will. Desperate men always take the bait. They're too busy drowning to see the shark beneath the surface."

"And when he does?"

"Then the real game begins," Knox said, sliding into the car. "Lady Morgan tortured my mother for seven years. Now I'm going to give her family hope. Make them believe they're saved. Let them celebrate. Let them feel relief."

"And then?"

Knox's eyes were ice. "And then why don't you just wait and find out." He uttered, his eyes dark.

The car pulled away from Golden Hotel, leaving the chaos and confusion behind.

Inside, Byron Voss stared at the contract, his future hanging in the balance.

Outside, Lady Morgan screamed at hotel staff, demanding answers, but Watson was able to resolve the commotion. Yes, the Voss and Martins family are one of the richest families in the city, but I’d rather be on their bad side than offend a Rivera.

“An important guest wanted to have a one on one conversation with the groom and he needed no interruptions or third parties. Forgive me for the inconvenience, ladies and gentlemen,” He calmly explains.

“I don’t think you understand the gravity of what you just did.. It's my son’s wedding! We booked this fucking building!”

“I understand you ma’am, and I deeply apologize on behalf of the sudden change, and we hope you can consider rescheduling.”

…

Everyone in the Voss family had arrived and was seated in the grand drawing room of the Voss mansion. The room was decorated with expensive artwork and antique furniture—remnants of better days when the Voss name still commanded respect in South City.

Lady Morgan was the only one left, and everyone was waiting for her. Soon she stepped in with a luxurious emerald gown and white gloves, her silver hair perfectly styled, Golden s glittering at her throat. She studied the room carefully to see if everyone had arrived as requested.

She took her seat at the head of the long mahogany table, facing them all. "I can see you all made it as requested."

Then her eyes quickly turned to Byron, and fury could be seen burning in them. No one dared to speak now.

"Byron," she said flatly.

Byron was expecting this from the outset, so he had prepared his mind. He'd spent the whole night reading and rereading the Gates Corporation contract, barely sleeping, barely eating.

"Your wedding with Emilia Martin didn't pull through three days ago because of some unwanted guest booking the whole of Golden Hotel for himself," Lady Morgan pressed with barely controlled rage. "The humiliation we suffered—and you haven't even had the decency to explain yourself! The wedding will be rescheduled tomorrow. I've already begun damage control with the Martins. No questions asked."

Byron took a deep breath. "I won't be getting married to Emilia Martin, Mother."

The room went deathly silent.

Lady Morgan's face darkened immediately, a vein pulsing in her temple. "What did you just say?"

"Mother, I won't be marrying Emilia Martin. Let me explain."

"Then get ready to be stripped of your inheritance, your position in this company, and the Voss name!" she thundered, slamming her hand on the table. "I will give everything to your brother instead! You ungrateful, foolish boy!"

"Please, Mother, hear me out! I got a partnership deal for us!"

At that moment, Lady Morgan remembered the reason why the wedding was cancelled in the first place. The mysterious guest who'd booked the entire hotel had wanted a partnership deal with Byron. According to the rumors she'd heard, this guest represented someone incredibly wealthy and powerful.

Lady Morgan's expression softened slightly, though suspicion remained in her eyes. "Partnership deal? Oh yes, a guest booked the hotel wanted a partnership with you?" Her interest was clearly piqued despite her anger.