The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet novel Chapter 1022

Susan lounged in the hotel's cozy lobby for a while and still hadn’t received Thalassa’s message to let her into Lysander’s room. She became impatient and tired of waiting, especially since she'd indulged in a glass of the drugged wine. Her body was now radiating heat, and every fiber of her being was yearning for Lysander.

Earlier, she had seen Richard holding Joshua and Thalassa supporting Lysander leaving the private room. Susan blended into the crowd and watched them enter the elevator. Her gaze locked onto the numbers climbing until they stopped at the 28th floor.

She noted down in her heart – Lysander was resting on the 28th floor.

Waiting for Thalassa’s text seemed like an eternity, and she was burning with anticipation. She had gone to great lengths, ensuring Lysander drank the spiked wine. If she missed this chance, getting close to him again would be an uphill battle.

Susan’s restlessness got the better of her, and she approached a waiter who had just descended from the elevator, inquiring about the room cards she had delivered.

Richard and Thalassa had headed straight to the 28th floor without collecting their room cards. A little while later, a staff member came down from the same floor. Samantha wasn't naive; she deduced that the waiter must have delivered them the room cards.

All she needed to do was to ask which room the staff had serviced.

Initially, the waiter was reluctant to break the confidentiality of the guests, but Susan wasn't one to be deterred. She slipped the staff member a hefty tip, a hundred grand, with a promise that she only wanted to know the room number – no harm intended.

Who could resist the allure of cash? The waiter surrendered at the sight of the money.

"I delivered two room cards to Mr. Richard, one for 2806 and another for 2809." the waiter confessed without hesitation.

"Thank you." Susan said, her cheeks flushed as if drunk, although the heat radiating from within her was from the drug in her body. She was fighting hard to contain the warmth spreading through her body and the itch at the core of her being.