Chapter 1592

Once Liam had departed, the receptionist who had been grilled, along with her colleagues, could finally breathe easy. They exhaled deeply, their earlier terror subsiding.

It was too much!

They had planned to quit after today, but no, they decided they would resign immediately. This job was just unbearable!

At the same time, the scene was quite different in the Meadowview Hotel's luxurious presidential suite, number 888.

The spacious room had been cleared out by the disciples, who knew well enough to leave once Celena was delivered. Then, only Celena and Torsten remained.

Celena, her wrists bound behind her, sat in a chair, her eyes wide with terror, tears streaming down as she stared at Torsten.

Torsten, clad in a loose hotel robe that revealed his tanned chest, casually held a bottle of pricey whiskey in one hand and a crystal glass in the other. His face was marked by a sleazy grin as he ogled Celena with a predatory leer.

Taking a swig of whiskey, Torsten clicked his tongue a