His Hidden Big Shot

Chapter 2

Sarah's eyes were swollen with sorrow and despair, a heartbreaking sight that Ray had never seen in the past three years. As he stumbled out of the room, his mind was in a daze, trying to process the gravity of the situation. But he quickly regained his senses and chased after her, determined to help in any way he could.

"Sarah, please don't go. Let me handle everything," he pleaded as he caught up with her in the corridor. But Sarah remained steadfast, her resolve unshakable as she turned off her phone and strode confidently into the elevator.

Back in the living room of the Peters's, Joanna's rage was palpable as she lashed out at Ray, blaming him for not doing enough to help. Her words stung, and Sophia's badgering only made things worse. Ray fought to free himself from their grasp, but not before Joanna scratched his face, leaving him bleeding and shaken.

With no time to waste, Ray took the staircase and rushed outside, only to see Sarah's red car disappear into the distance. He hailed a cab and followed her to the Sunrise Heritage Resort, the most luxurious seven-star hotel in Austria.

When he arrived, Sarah was already in the elevator, headed for the penthouse. Ray's heart raced as he called her, hoping to explain himself and offer his support. But all he got was a cold message: "I'm sorry. The person you are trying to reach is not accepting calls at this time…"

He waited with bated breath for the next ride, his heart racing with anxiety. As he stepped into the elevator, he tried to collect himself, but his mind was in turmoil. "How could she choose to sleep with him rather than trust me?" he muttered to himself, feeling hurt and betrayed. "Am I really that unreliable in her eyes?"

Taking a deep breath, he tried to push his thoughts aside. "Never mind," he told himself firmly. "If she's already in James 's room by the time I reach the penthouse, I'll just turn around and walk away."

As the elevator doors opened, Ray peeked out nervously. He let out a sigh of relief when he saw Sarah standing in the corridor, looking hesitant and troubled in a light-yellow dress. She raised her hand several times to ring the doorbell of the Presidential Suite, but each time she hesitated and eventually gave up.

Finally, as if she had made up her mind, Sarah stamped her feet and turned to leave. But just as she was about to go, the door to the Presidential Suite opened quietly, and a tall man with wet hair came out in a bathrobe. It was James , and his sinister eyes kept glancing at her chest, betraying his lustful intentions.

Sarah panicked, her voice trembling as she spoke with a blush. "Mr. Cole, you must have misunderstood. I just want to talk to you. Peters Realty is a trustworthy company. Can we cooperate in a normal way?"

James 's throat bobbed as he stared at her graceful figure. "Cooperation? Sure," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "But we can't talk about it while standing here. Come in." He reached out to grab her arm, but Sarah was scared and fought back. "Let go, or I'll scream!" she warned, struggling to break free from his grasp. In her panic, she even smashed her purse into his nose, causing him to grimace in pain and finally let go of her with a scream.

Sarah swiftly escaped the clutches of the scumbag and made a beeline for the elevator. Meanwhile, Ray, who had been lurking in a distant corner, emerged from hiding only to find that she had already left. Determined not to let her slip away, James took a separate elevator to pursue her. Fearing that James would catch up with her, Ray once again opted for the staircase to make his way down.

Upon reaching the hotel lobby, Ray burst out of the fire exit, drenched in sweat, only to be met with a dispirited James making his way back from the entrance. Sarah had successfully evaded them both. Seething with rage, Ray approached James with purpose.

As the two men passed each other, Ray seized the opportunity to yank the corner of James 's bathrobe, sending him careening towards the ground in a state of shock. In the aftermath of the commotion, James was left standing stark-naked, stunned into immobility.

The hotel lobby was thrown into disarray, and security guards brandishing rubber batons soon gave chase to Ray. Meanwhile, a group of tourists checking in at the reception were left agape at the spectacle before them. The guide screamed in disbelief as the elderly female tourists excitedly snapped photos of James .

Despite his initial intention to pursue Ray, James was hesitant to make his way towards the entrance amidst the throngs of people rushing about during the evening rush hour.

If he were to burst out of the room like that, the situation would only escalate further. However, surrounded by a group of elderly women, James found himself at a loss. Instinctively, he knew that he needed assistance and considered seeking refuge at the hotel. Clad in nothing but his birthday suit, he made his way to the front desk, causing a stir among the staff.

"What on earth are you doing? Please don't come any closer!" cried one of the receptionists in shock, as James 's private parts swung freely with every step.

"Security! Where the hell are the security guards when you need them?" another staff member yelled.

"Maya! The security guards are chasing after a man who stole a bathrobe! He's fast!" warned a third, panicked employee.

"Quickly, someone stop him! This is too much for me to handle!" cried Maya, the lobby manager.

Frustrated and livid, James climbed over the front desk, his hand propped against the cool marble surface. "Get me something to wear, you foolish women!" he barked.

The three receptionists, startled and bewildered by the chaos, failed to react promptly. Maya, the manager, screamed and fainted after James jumped behind the desk. "Oh, my goodness! Maya just had heart bypass surgery! Someone call an ambulance!" exclaimed one of the receptionists. The other scrambled to dial for help, while both women ignored the naked man.

Meanwhile, Sarah's mother urged her to seek assistance from a well-known figure, oblivious to the fact that her "useless" son-in-law was infinitely wealthier.