Chapter 95

However, as soon as she set the phone down, the doorbell chimed.

"Who's there?"

Evangeline had splurged on the presidential suite and had one rule: No interruptions. Apparently, that was too much to ask.

Were the hotel staff clueless? What were the bodyguards even there for if not to keep people out?

"Hello, room service!" came a muffled call from the other side of the door.

With a frown, Evangeline swung the door open, her patience wearing thin. "I thought I made myself clear. No disturbances, remember?"

However, the words hung unfinished in the air as she saw the mischievous grin plastered on the face of the unexpected visitor.

There were no bellhops or maids in sight, just the malicious-looking Roslyn and a bodyguard who looked like he had seen a ghost.

Roslyn was a vision in red, her tank top and miniskirt combo screaming 'party', her legs encased in sexy black fishnets, towering heels adding to her height, and her face done up in dramatic smoky makeup. She was a nightclub