Chapter 113 A Threesome Could Certainly Be…
Renee declared with determination, “I’m always ready to help, after all.”
Before Marvin or his companion could even gauge her intentions, she delivered a forceful kick to a nearby door.
“What the hell, Renee? What are you thinking?” Marvin exclaimed, his voice laced with
shock and confusion.
From within the room, a gruff voice barked out, “Who’s there?” The impatience was palpable.
As the door swung open, the occupant’s eyes widened in astonishment at the sight of the trio clustered at the doorway.
Renee shrugged casually and replied, “Oh, sorry–Mr. Doyle here thought this was his room.” Her gaze flicked to Marvin, implicating him further.
The person peered past her, recognition dawning as he spotted Marvin. His stern features relaxed into a milder expression.
Caught in the ruse, Marvin could only muster a sheepish grin, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m really sorry about this,” he mumbled.
No sooner had the door clicked shut than Renee was at it again, her boot thudding against another door as she repeated her improvised excuse.
Marvin’s face lengthened into a grimace of dismay. When he saw her poised to strike yet another door, he dashed over, his arms outstretched in desperation.
“Stop! Renee, for the love of what have I ever done to deserve this?” His voice was a mix of exasperation and plea. “Look, everyone here is a key figure. If you keep this up, I’m going to end up offending half the dignitaries in Tofral.”
Unfazed, Renee remarked with a cool composure, “You’re a Doyle. Surely, they’re nothing to you.”
As she acknowledged the formidable reputation of the Doyle family, a hint of crept into his expression. However, Renee wasn’t done; her boot collided with another smugness
door in rapid succession.
“Renee! You…” he protested.
The door swung open to reveal a woman clad in a seductive slip dress, who struck a sultry pose. Oblivious to her audience, she purred, “Ah, my love, you’re here at last. I was starting to think you’d never come.”
Before the woman could say anything more, Renee pushed Marvin forward. The woman’s eyes widened in surprise at the sight of Marvin, but as they scanned his youthful, handsome features and his chic suit, a spark of interest flickered in her gaze.
“Sir, you…” she began.
“Wrong room,” Marvin’s girlfriend interjected sharply, stepping beside him and looping her arm through his. Her glare toward the woman was icy, silently claiming Marvin as her own.
The woman in the slip dress, far from being irked by the interruption, flashed a flirtatious smile at Marvin. With a coy tilt of her head, she teased, “Well, sir, a threesome could certainly be arranged…”
“That’s enough!” Renee snapped. She shoved the woman back into her room and slammed the door with a resolute bang.
“What an absolute lunatic!” the woman hissed from behind the closed door, her, footsteps echoing as she retreated.
Marvin’s forehead glistened with sweat as he let out a heavy exhale. No sooner had he caught his breath than he noticed Renee, her leg poised to deliver another forceful kick to yet another door. Panic surged through him, and he dashed over, wrapping his arms tightly around her leg in a desperate bid to restrain her.
“Renee, come on! Give it a rest! Please, stop kicking doors, will you? It’s us on the wrong floor,” Marvin pleaded, his voice edged with urgency.
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fault–I got
Renee’s gaze was steely, indifferent to Marvin’s pleading.
She was beyond caring about which floor Marvin and his girlfriend were on—she just wanted to find Rosa. Suddenly, a muffled sound leaked from behind the door she targeted next. It bore a faint echo of Rosa’s voice, causing Renee’s features to harden even further. “Let go,” she demanded icily.
Marvin tightened his grip, desperation coloring his tone. “No way, Renee! I’ve already said I’m sorry. It was all a big mistake, messing with you like that. Please…”
“I said let go!” Renee’s voice cracked like a whip, her impatience flaring
A shiver raced down Marvin’s spine. He had witnessed Renee’s wrath manifest into physical confrontations before, and it was nothing short of terrifying Regret gnawed at him; he cursed his decision to follow her into this mess.
“Alright, alright, I’ll let go. But, Renee, please–can we not do this? I…”
Marvin’s plea trailed off helplessly as Renee delivered a powerful kick to the door.
“Stop kicking…”
She struck again, her foot slamming into the door with relentless force.
The door creaked ominously, teetering on the brink of destruction.
A curse erupted from someone inside the room just as Renee’s final kick sent the door flying off its hinges with a thunderous crash.
Marvin’s girlfriend screamed in terror, the sound piercing the charged air.
Stunned, Marvin raised his hands, torn between shielding his eyes and covering his
ears.
“Damn! Is she super strong, or are these doors just ridiculously weak?” he muttered under his breath, awe flickering beneath his nervous tone.
