Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 736

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Merritt, despite the tension, remained unbothered, though the sadness in her eyes was unmistakable. "Whoever Sis picks, I'll support her. As long as she's happy, I'm willing to do anything. But Mr. Clarkson, your childhood sweetheart just came out of your room. Shouldn't you be taking some responsibility for her?"

"Is now really the time for you to be marking your territory?"

Dailey couldn't stand Merritt's attempt to play the sympathy card, acting like she was all heart and soul.

He wasn't about to take criticism from someone who was all talk and no action.

But before he could respond, Merritt added, "Well, with Mr. Clarkson's background, wanting his cake and eating it too, who would dare say anything?"

"Rich and powerful, they all have a few lovers on the side."

It felt like stepping into a fridge, though they were just in an elevator.

Christine had to intervene, "Let's drop it, I've got a headache, I need some peace."

Dailey hadn't even said a word, but Merritt immediately fell silent.

As the elevator doors opened, Christine and Dailey stepped out first, followed by Merritt.

Reaching the lobby, Christine didn't see the night shift receptionist who had given her the key card. She asked, "When do shifts change?"

The unfamiliar receptionist replied, "Shift changes at 8 AM, who are you looking for?"

Christine said, "The girl from last night, the one with a mole on her neck. I need her contact info."

The receptionist, aware of the importance of these top-floor guests from the manager's briefing, immediately handed over the phone number to Christine.

When Christine called, she was met with a voicemail, telling Dailey, "It's turned off."

Dailey was concise, "Get your hotel owner on the line."

The receptionist, not having that level of authority, quickly called the lobby manager to explain the situation.

In no time, the manager rushed over, bending over backwards for Dailey, "Mr. Clarkson."

Dailey's response was cool, "Call your boss. This is beyond you."

The manager broke out in a cold sweat.

This was beyond him? He wondered if his position as lobby manager was at risk.

Without arguing, he hurriedly called his superior.

"What's going on, Chris?"

Bella and Raleigh, having just woken up from a nap with the kids,

Christine and her group at the front

desk and approached es

Christine shook her head, "It's a minor issue. Go enjoy your day with Mr. Shaw, no worries."

Bella knew of Dailey's background and figured there wouldn't be any trouble, but still offered, "Call me if you need help."

"Will do," Christine replied, then

hastened to add, "But don't tell Jane.

She and Gregory are on their

honeymoon on a cruise. This isn't

anything major; no need to worry them."

Bella sensed something was off with Christine's casual appearance and disheveled clothes-a stark contrast to her usual impeccable styling and full makeup.

"And you're telling me this is a small issue?" Bella's voice was tinged with concern after hearing the full story.