Chapter 294

Sophia Laurent's lips curled into a cold smile at his words.

"Being a hotel manager must have gone to your head. Whether you admit it or not means nothing to us."

Henry Chamberlain stood nearby, his expression darkening like storm clouds. "Warren Kingsley, you clearly don't understand the situation. Not just you—even your backer would have to grovel before our Madam."

Warren's face twisted with shock. "Nonsense!"

He was convinced Alexander Valdemar was finished—that Valdemar Holdings would soon fall into the hands of Vincent Valdemar and his sons. How could a mere figurehead like Sophia truly hold power?

Sophia and Henry exchanged a glance.

This man was definitely hiding something.

Adrian's disappearance was clearly orchestrated by someone.

They immediately turned and headed upstairs.

They had to find Adrian quickly—before it was too late.

In the presidential suite, Damian Valdemar set down his wineglass and checked his watch.

Beatrice Holloway had taken Adrian inside over twenty minutes ago.

The compromising footage should be ready by now.

It was time to bring the media in for the grand finale.

A cruel glint flashed in Damian's eyes.

He couldn't wait to see the old man's expression when Alexander remained comatose and Adrian was embroiled in scandal.

Beatrice's video was just the first step.

Now, he would lead reporters to broadcast Adrian's disgrace live.

Perhaps the shock would finish off that stubborn old man in the hospital once and for all.

The Valdemar empire rightfully belonged to his father.

Valdemar Holdings' future would only belong to him and Sebastian.

Damian led a horde of journalists straight to the sixteenth floor.

His bodyguards and Beatrice's assistant were already waiting outside the door.

"Everything ready?"

Damian twirled the keycard between his fingers, a vicious smirk playing on his lips.

Once Adrian's casting couch scandal went viral, that little bastard would never recover.

"All according to plan," the assistant and bodyguards chorused.

The hotel's soundproofing was excellent—they'd heard nothing.

Besides, Adrian had been drugged before being taken inside. What could possibly go wrong?

Inside the room, Adrian was desperately racking his brain for an escape plan when the electronic lock suddenly beeped.

Someone was coming in!

He sprang up from the bed.

"So soon?"

He hadn't figured a way out yet!

Fortunately, after subduing Director Beatrice, he'd immediately deadbolted the door.

Even with a keycard, no one could enter now.

Adrian exhaled slightly in relief.

"How many people did you arrange for this?"

Director Beatrice's face was ashen. "I don't know."

"You don't know?" Adrian scoffed. "Then let me tell you—there are probably reporters out there..."

His gaze swept over the half-dressed director. "Let's see how well you handle the spotlight."

Director Beatrice: "???"