Chapter: 580

Shortly after, a waiter arrived with the room card.

Once the room card was delivered, the waiter quietly shut the door.

Turning around, he found two women behind him, silently observing him.

“Excuse me, how can I help you?"

"I'm looking for my boyfriend. He's inside this VIP chamber. Did he book a room to rest here tonight? What's the room number?" one of the women asked, her tone arrogant.

The waiter hesitated. "Sorry, madam. I am not allowed to share our guests' private information just like that."

"Can't you grasp my words? I just told you my boyfriend is in this VIP room! Now, give me his room number! You idiot!" The woman's impatience was palpable in her voice.

At this time, the other woman gently caught the impatient woman's wrist and said softly, "Hey, there's no need to get mad at him. He's just doing his job."

Her calm smile made the waiter let down his guard.

The gentle woman then turned to the waiter. "Sir, you had heard her.

She's the man's girlfriend. He's been a bit off lately, and we think he might be seeing someone else. We're just trying to check on him.

We understand it's a tough spot for you, isn't it?"

The way she communicated was so respectful and understanding that the waiter quickly gave in and told them Bryson's room number.

Meanwhile, oblivious to the schemes against him, Bryson remained tipsy, staggering his way to his reserved room with the help of Spencer.

Passing by Kaiden, Spencer lightly pushed him onto the sofa and instructed, “Stay right there. I'll take Bryson upstairs, and then I'll come back to get you."

Kaiden flopped back on the sofa and responded, “Alright, go ahead."

His voice was muffled, his thoughts wandering.

After leading Bryson to the reserved room, Spencer dropped him on the bed and headed out. Little did Spencer know, a woman sneaked into the bathroom through the open door as he was settling Bryson in.

As the door slammed shut, the woman stepped out of the bathroom, looking at Bryson with a smirk. Bryson was usually somber and detached. Yet, here he was, sprawling on the bed in his drunk state.

The next day, the sun came up. The warm sunlight streamed through the curtain crack, bathing Bryson's sleeping face in its gentle light.

His eyes gradually fluttered open. "Is it already morning?" he muttered to himself.

Feeling groggy and hungover, he attempted to turn over for a bit more sleep, thinking it wouldn't hurt to head to the company a bit later.

But the moment his hand touched a soft skin, he snapped awake and pulled back. There was a woman lying next to him.

His heart raced, and a wave of dizziness hit him. Why was there a woman in his bed?