Chapter 89 A Diversionary Tactic (Part One)

Water gushed freely, echoing from the bathroom, and Steve merely stood staring at the door to the bathroom for a while.

Presently, the doorway opened, and the waiter emerged carrying Sherry, who still appeared weak and disoriented. The only thing covering her was a bath towel.

"I've given her a wash, sir," the waitress told him as she helped Sherry get seated onto the bed.

As she'd also heard the noise from outside, she asked, "Who was that out there?"

At this point, Steve was simply too depressed to even muster up the energy to speak to her.

Following the cold shower, Sherry had collected herself and was feeling a little better, but some of the disorientation still hovered around her.

A tremendous, earth-shaking pounding was rattling the doors; reporters were clamoring outside, yelling out questions and demands.

"Is Mr. Song in here?! Mr. Song, do you have a statement?!"

"They're saying Mr. Song and an unknown woman came in here together! Who's the young woman?! What's her name?!"

"Open the door, Mr. Song! We want an interview! Give us your statement!"

"Mr. Song, does this young lady have anything to do with the fact that you turned down an engagement to the Li Group's heiress?!"

He felt his annoyance rise to unspeakable levels just at the sound of the pandemonium.

Waiting anxiously, the waitress gave Steve a glance, looking for any indication of what should be done about this mess.

After a moment, Steve did a double take at her. The waitress was a young woman herself, of average height and build.

And with that, an idea popped into his mind.

He gestured for her to come closer, and the waitress anxiously asked, "Is there anything I can do for you, sir?"

"As a matter of fact there is... What's your name, first of all?" Steve inquired.

Seemingly confused, the waitress blinked at him in confusion. "My surname is Liu, sir, you may call me that."

Nodding, Steve gave her a once over and made up his mind. "I need a favor from you, please, Miss Liu."

Chewing nervously on her bottom lip, the waitress swallowed and nodded. "And what would that be, sir?"

Steve quickly walked towards the nearby table and withdrew a stack of checks. He pulled one out of the stack and tore it out.

Whipping out a pen, he wrote what is obviously an obscene amount of mone

Drugged one night by her ex-boyfriend, a mysterious man took advantage of her in an ecstatic night filled with sex.

To take her revenge, she married the man, and used him.

"As long as I'm alive, I'm still his legal wife, while all of you are just his mistresses."

She remained adamant even when he was involved in scandals with other women.

Eventually she stormed off after she learned that he had betrayed her again.But life brought her back to him a few years later, to his astonishment.

y white legs extended down nakedly.

All this time, the cacophony outside the door continued to rise in volume. The pounding on the door intensified. There was no way that these vultures would leave without a piece of big news.

And even if Steve chose not to open the door, they would somehow find a way to crack it open and sneak in a couple of pictures.

Yanking the bed sheet down, Steve covered up any indication of a human beneath. Satisfied, he quickly gestured to the waitress. "Lie down here."

"O-okay..." The waitress quickly moved to the bed, obedient, as she lay down.

Hiding beneath the bed, Sherry could barely see anything. The floor was cool and almost soothing, and the heat rippling on her skin was already starting to fade.

Now, Steve strode quickly to the door, undid the physical lock, and hurried back to climb into the bed.

With great care, he took the woman into his arms, lying down upon her.

He felt heat rising on his face, causing it to flush unnaturally. And he was so close that the girl could feel his breath upon her, making her heart pound.

Closing his eyes and steeling his resolve, Steve bent down to kiss her neck.

Every nerve on the waitress' body stiffened in tension. She focused her mind onto one thing: the five hundred thousand. That tremendous sum could set her comfortably off and all she had to do was accept whatever was going to happen next, even as her whole body flushed with embarrassment.

"Mr. Song, if you still don't open this door, we'll open it ourselves, we're telling you!"