Mighty Soldier King

Peter ate the meal very carefully and with serious trepidation.

He kept glancing at the door of the private dining room he was eating in, time and again, scared, that it would be kicked open at any moment and someone would show up.

On the contrary, Amelia enjoyed her meal with great comfort and ease. She savored every bite as though it was her last.

The meal lasted for more than an hour before it was finally over.

And nothing dramatic had happened yet, which gave a sense of relief to Peter.

As soon as they left the Rose Restaurant, Peter tossed a question toward Amelia, "Miss Mo, the dinner has ended. Can I leave now?"

Amelia was just about to answer when suddenly her phone rang. She hung up, grabbed Peter and said, "Do not leave right now. The traces of a major criminal have been found. You should just come with me."

"I am not a policeman, you see?!" Peter thought to himself, 'Is it really so difficult to get rid of this crazy woman?'

Peter was in the middle of his thoughts just when Amelia announced, "It is the duty of every citizen to cooperate with the police in handling cases!" Further, coming up with lame excuses, she tried to manipulate Peter. "Are you so hardheaded that you will let a weak woman fight with armed criminals all alone? What if I get injured? Are you so hardhearted?"

Peter had no words to say. But he rather thought to himself, 'This is not the way to cooperate with the cops just in order to handle a case. They cannot just pick a random guy up from the streets and expect him to arrest criminals on their behalf, can they?

What's more, you are a weak woman? If you are a weak woman, 80% of the men in the world would be lame sheep.'

Peter just thought about these in his mind, of course, as he dared not say them out loud.

Twenty minutes had passed when Amelia finally decided to take Peter to the Harvey Grand Hotel.

"Hello, I'd like to take a honeymoon suite on the eighth floor, near room number 802." Amelia walked straight to the front desk and announced.

By now, Peter had no clue what was happening. He was taken aback and so out of shear fear that he asked Amelia, "Why are we checking in to a hoenymoon suite, is it really necessary?"

"Can you please keep your mouth shut! Who do you think has the final say here, you or me?" Amelia coldly condemned what Peter had to say, took out her card and handed it to the girl at the front desk.

Being talked back, Peter felt quite adusted, but had to shut up obediently.

Amelia swiftly completed all the necessary formalities required for

irl turned pale, her heart throbbed, and tears rolled down her cheeks.

The security guards saw this and rushed in, but they were stopped by the two bodyguards.

When the security guards saw a black book in the hand of one of the body guards, the expression on their faces immediately changed. They then complied with the body guards and backed down.

"They... they're in the honeymoon suite, room number 803." The other girl at the front desk shouted out loud, as she trembled with her pale face.

"Very good." The young man smiled and slowly slapped the delicate face of the girl, twice, before loosening his grip over her.

The girls looked at him with fear in their eyes.

To everyone's surprise, the young man didn't come looking for Peter, rather turned around and left the hotel. On his way out, he took out his mobile phone and dialed a number.

As soon as his call was answered, his expression changed from that of being the king to being a slave.

"What's the matter?" A heavy voice asked from the other end of the line.

"Sir, there is something that you should know. Miss Mo... em... Miss Mo, has been out with another man since the afternoon. Right now they are...."

The young man was sweating like a pig, scared to death, struggled to complete his sentence.

"What have they done? If you can't speak in one go, from the next time, your tongue won't be needed anymore." The voice on the other end of the line sounded angry and discontent.

"They... they've checked into a hotel, a honeymoon suite." The young man spoke, as he shivered.

The man on the other end of the line was dead silent.

The young man, even worse than before, trembled more intensely and couldn't breathe.