"Mine?"
"Yeah. Otherwise, why would I even have one in Welsington City? I thought you might want a place to hang with your friends and rest in the future."
I couldn't help but smile. I didn't realize that I had been staying in my own hotel, despite having already been here for almost a full day.
The next morning, after taking a shower and getting dressed, I decided to go for a walk before everyone else woke up.
But as soon as I turned the corner on the first floor, I spotted Isabelle and Charlotte. They sure were up early.
It made sense though, since Charlotte probably couldn't sleep well after going through something like that last night.
But what caught my attention was that both of them were staring intently in one direction. Following their gaze, I saw Victor arguing with a few guests.
I overheard one of the guests angrily shouting, "Didn't you say last night that all the paintings in the hallway were reproductions? So why is the one we damaged not a reproduction?"
Victor sneered. "Who told you that last night's painting was a reproduction? I only spared those women because of the gentleman."
"Then why are we being made to pay?"
"You are paying because I decide who pays and who doesn't! That's my right!
"As for you, the painting you damaged is worth 800 thousand. If you are not willing to pay, be prepared to go to jail. I've already called the police."
Curious about what was going on, I went downstairs to ask Brenda at the front desk about it.
Brenda explained in a whisper, "Those guests are crazy. They thought all the paintings in the hallway were fakes, so they deliberately damaged one today. Mr. Hart is furious and is making them pay."
Did they deliberately damage the painting? How reckless of them. At that moment, Isabelle and Charlotte turned to look at me. Their expressions were odd, and I overheard their whispering.
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