My Darling Ex-Wife Is Unaware I’m Rich

Chapter 7: A Fair Chance

James blinked, frozen for a moment before shaking his head in disbelief. “What the hell—”

James’s smug grin faltered. A tall man strode in, his presence commanding the room. He wore a sharp suit, his eyes scanning the scene with authority.

“What’s happening in my hotel?” he demanded, voice steady and firm.

The receptionist jumped at the sound of his voice. “Mr. Smithson,” she stammered, “this man—Max—he stole a credit card and tried to book a room.” She tried to explain, walking hurriedly from her desk.

“Stole?” Max shouted, his voice cutting through the tension. “That card is mine! This is bullying!”

Benson Smithson, the hotel’s owner, turned his piercing gaze on the receptionist. “Show me the evidence,” he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument.

The receptionist hesitated but nodded, rummaging through her desk. Max’s heart raced. The weight of the situation pressed down on him. He was fighting against more than just accusations; he was fighting for his dignity.

James seized the moment, stepping forward. “I know this guy,” he said, pointing an accusing finger at Max. “He’s a thief. He steals for a living.”

But Benson barely glanced at him. “I’m not interested in your opinion, James. I want facts.”

“And where’s the card?” he asked, looking back at the receptionist.

“Uh, it’s… with the police,” she stammered, suddenly uncertain.

Benson’s jaw tightened. “Then it’s not evidence of theft. It’s a claim, and claims must be proven.”

The police officers had Max pinned to the ground, their weight pressing him down. Benson turned to them, his voice rising. “You’re supposed to fight for justice, yet here you are, messing it up. This man is entitled to due process, not to be treated like a criminal without proof.”

The officers shifted, uncomfortable under Benson’s glare. They glanced at each other, unsure of how to respond.

“Sir, we’re just doing our job,” one of them said, but his voice lacked conviction.

Benson stepped closer, his presence overwhelming. “Your job is to uphold justice, not act as judge and jury in a hotel lobby. If you don’t release him, I’ll have your badges.”

James scoffed, clearly annoyed. “You can’t be serious. This guy is trouble.”

Benson ignored him, his eyes still fixed on the officers. “Let him go. Now.”

Reluctantly, they complied, loosening their grip on Max and allowing him to rise to his feet. He rubbed his wrists, trying to shake off the humiliation.

Benson turned back to Max, his expression softening. “I’m sorry you’ve been treated this way. You’re welcome to explain your side of the story.”

Max took a deep breath, grateful for the chance to defend himself. “I didn’t steal anything. That card belongs to me. I just needed a room to stay. I’m not a thief.”

Benson nodded, listening intently. “Then we’ll sort this out. You’ll get a fair chance.”

James opened his mouth, ready to argue, but Benson cut him off. “You’re banned from this hotel, Mr. Caldwell. I don’t want troublemakers like you here.”

James’s face turned crimson. “You can’t do that!”

“I just did.” Benson’s voice was firm. “Now leave.”

James glared at Max one last time before storming out, muttering under his breath.

Benson turned back to the receptionist. “And you,” he said, “I’m sorry, but you’re fired. Your negligence could have cost this hotel dearly.”

Her eyes widened in shock, and she opened her mouth to protest, but no words came out.

“Please escort her out,” Benson instructed an officer, who moved forward to guide the stunned receptionist away.

Once the drama settled, Benson focused on Max again. “Let’s get you out of here. You deserve better than this.”

Max felt a swell of gratitude. “Thank you,” he said, his voice steadier now. “I didn’t expect this.”

Benson waved his hand dismissively. “You’re a guest here, and guests deserve respect. I’ll arrange for you to stay in our best suite for the night. No charge.”

Max blinked in surprise. “Really?”

“Absolutely. You deserve a place to rest without the chaos.” Benson gestured for Max to follow him. “Come on. Let’s get you settled.”

As they walked through the lobby, Max felt a sense of relief washing over him. The weight of the accusations lifted, replaced by the possibility of a new beginning.

Benson led him to the elevator, pressing the button for the top floor. “You can stay as long as you need,” he said. “And if there’s anything else you need, just let me know.”

“Thank you,” Max said again, genuinely appreciative. “I didn’t know who to turn to.”

“You’re not alone. I believe in giving everyone a fair chance,” Benson replied, his gaze steady.

The elevator doors opened, revealing a luxurious hallway adorned with art and elegant lighting. Max stepped out, feeling a sense of hope.

Benson pointed to a door at the end of the hall. “That’s your suite. I’ll have someone bring you some food and anything else you need.”

Max nodded, overwhelmed with gratitude. “I can’t thank you enough.”

Benson smiled. “Just take care of yourself. I’ll see you in the morning to sort everything out.”

As Max entered the suite, the door closing behind him felt like a fresh start. The space was beautiful, a stark contrast to the chaos of the hotel lobby. He let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding.

Tonight, he will rest. Tomorrow, he will fight to reclaim his life.