A different style of service?!
Will was getting a headache.
"It wasn’t someone who sent you to room 3907, was it?"
"It was Mr. Will staying here that asked me to come. He’s gay and needs a fellow————gay?
He definitely didn’t have that preference!
Will flung him out the door.
Several bodyguards heard the commotion and immediately ran over, helping the black man Will had thrown to the ground to his feet.
"Sir, what is this..."
"I’m here to see Mr. Will," the black man immediately raised his voice in defense, "Room 3907, there’s absolutely no mistake, tell Mr. Will that I’m the best top in the gay circle!"
The bodyguards looked at each other in confusion; they had never heard that the assistant had such a hobby!
Will wished he could shut his mouth, the man who was always so composed and cultured was about to go crazy, "Throw him out this instant..." He turned to go back into his room, then thought better of it and stopped, "And, don’t ever let anyone near my room again!"
He slammed the door shut with force.
Locking the door, Will turned and walked over to the bed, throwing himself down and randomly flinging a pillow away.
This was crazy, what on earth was going on tonight?
Something wasn’t right!
Once could be a coincidence, but twice could not be both mistakes, and both knew his room number, and the black man even knew his name...
Could it be someone was doing this on purpose?
But neither of the two men seemed like they had any skills; otherwise they wouldn’t have been left without a chance to fight back.
So, someone was messing with him deliberately.
Lots of people knew his name, but not many knew his room number; they had booked the entire floor this time, and apart from Duke’s room, everyone else’s was allocated randomly. How on earth did they know his room number?
As he was wondering, the guest room’s phone began to ring.
Will extended his hand to pick up the receiver.
On the other end of the line, the caller immediately hung up.
He hung up the receiver and lay back down on the pillow, turned off the bedside lamp, and got ready for bed. There was a lot of work to do tomorrow, and it was time to rest.
The room finally quieted down, and no one else came knocking on his door. As drowsiness crept up, Will’s nerves gradually relaxed.
As if to spite him, just as he was about to fall asleep, the phone abruptly rang again.
In the quiet night, the ringing was especially grating. Will clenched his teeth as he got up and grabbed the receiver.
This time, his tone clearly conveyed his frustration.
On the other end was a sweet-sounding girl, "Hello, may I ask if this is Mr. Will?"
Years of being by Huangfu Jue’s side had instilled in Will the habit to respond politely by instinct, "Hello, I’m Will."
"I’m really sorry, I must have disturbed your rest, haven’t I?" The caller’s tone was extremely polite.
"It’s fine." Will raised his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, "What can I do for you?"
"Me?..." On the other end of the phone, the caller suddenly started to laugh, it felt as if they had been holding back and finally couldn’t help but burst into laughter, "I don’t need anything, I just wanted to see if you were asleep... ha... you know, I’m rather curious, of that man and woman, which one did you keep, or... are you having a threesome?!"