The Fifth Unwelcome Guest

Goren's gold watch clinked on his wrist as he gently pushed Miwen inside his room. Miwen giggled at some random joke Goren tried to crack. She placed a hand on his chest right after he closed the door. "You look like you're a good son too, above being a good humorist." She smirked seductively.

"I'm a very good boy," Goren's voice rasped, looking down at Miwen's slender features and how every curve of hers dipped so satisfyingly in the correct places. Goren was so sure that his hand would fit perfectly in those dips her hips made. The thoughts that suddenly popped up in his head because of this secluded room drove him crazy.

"Wanna show me?" Miwen giggled.

Goren grinned and cupped up her hair and exposed her neck. Miwen gasped slightly as he kissed the nape of her neck, effectively seducing the guy and pulling his guards down. "Won't your father need you around now?"

Goren shook his head against her neck. "He is sleeping."

"He has a room here?" Miwen asked in confusion. Goren pulled back and frowned down on her. "You seem more interested in my dad…"

Miwen giggled and pulled Goren's tie. "Then would I do this?" She held Goren's hand and let him place it on her hips. That was exactly what Goren wanted to do! Score. He frowned a little bit more. His hand didn't fit there perfectly at all… he decided to shake that disturbing thought away.

"He's in the Royal Suite milady," Goren whispered and ran his hands down her hips and back at the slit exposing her thighs a bit.

Miwen tensed all over immediately but she tried not to show it. The Royal Suite? What the hell? How did Mitchell not know this? He was probably headed towards the Presidential Suite right now. How did he not know that this hotel had a room greater than the Presidential Suite?

"Something wrong?"

Miwen shook her head. "Just a little… dizzy." She laughed nervously. Goren had whispered his dad's location. So the chances of Hazel hearing it were low. In fact, she was standing outside this room right now, trying her best to listen in to dig up some information and to guard Miwen against any harm.

Miwen could have worn bluetooth speakers to effortlessly communicate, but it was highly risky. Goren could find them out very easily that way. Miwen needed to let Hazel know. Right now.

"It's the drink I ordered isn't it?" Goren said proudly, "The best around here."

"Like you," Miwen fiddled with Goren's belt. Goren only grinned wider and slammed Miwen against the door, her back colliding with the wood. Hazel jumped slightly, wondering whether to be worried or not.

"The Royal Suite would have been a lovely place to do this in, because you only deserve the best," Goren sighed.

Hazel's ears perked up. There's a Royal Suite here?

"Too bad your old man is peacefully sleeping in there," Miwen whined loudly as he kissed his neck. 'Bingo,' Miwen jumped internally.

Hazel clutched her heart in shock as she heard those words. She instantly rushed inside a washroom and took out her bluetooth speakers from her coat and connected to Mitchell. "Can you hear me?" she whispered.

"Yeah," his gruff voice replied back. The sound of wind filled Hazel's ear. What the hell was he up to?

"Mr. Cheng is not in the Presidential Suite!"

"Huh, then?" Mitchell snapped.

"Miwen got the information out of Goren! He is in the Royal Suite."

"What the fuck," Mitchell swore under his breath. "There is a Royal Suite here?"

"Yes, now go! Only 30 minutes remain before the cake cutting ceremony."

Mitchell huffed and disconnected the call before he took deep breaths to recollect his thoughts. How did he not know this? How had he missed this detail? He wanted to sit there in the rooftop of the hotel and kill himself over how incompetent he was but time was short. He needed to move. He removed the plier from his mouth and cut the last wire in the circuit and suddenly, sparks flew underneath him.

"Three, two," He counted slowly. "And one."

Screams and hustles erupted from the floor under him.

"The lights are out!"

"We have 6 people stuck in the elevator on the second floor!"

"The party hall is complaining!"

And here was the last guest for Mr Cheng's birthday party: Ultimate Chaos. Mitchell grinned and pulled on his cap before closing the circuit compartment and walking down the stairs from the rooftop. He slipped into the shadows like usual and bumped into one of the staff of the hotel.

"Are you okay, sir?" The staff member asked.

"Yes," Mitchell coughed. "I just wanted to know where the washroom next to the Royal Suite is? My friend said he is waiting down there for me." Mitchell figured it would be too suspicious to ask directions to the suite itself.

The staff nodded and explained the directions to him. "Be careful sir, take the stairs."

"Thank you," Mitchell smiled underneath his cap in the darkness and made his way to the washroom the staff directed him to. Tiny emergency lights had been switched on in the stairways which helped Mitchell's case a lot. He made his way to the washroom and the corridor was filled with people running from here to there. The Royal Suite was right there… with Mr Cheng inside it, all alone.

But then there was this darkness, this chaos and all these people blocking him. The Suite was so close right now, yet so far away. He had thought Chaos would help him today, and it sure did, but it also brought upon consequences like this. The annoying thing was, Mitchell hadn't foreseen this.

"Mitchell, Mitchell are you in? Can I pull Miwen out of this mess?" Hazel's voice crackled inside his ear. Mitchell felt his heart pound inside his rib cage. How can he just sneak inside with these many people around him? There were people holding phones and torches now; there was enough light for a person to notice a sneak in.

"I'm so confused. Hazel." Mitchell felt his heart drop at alarming rates. His brain was going blank blank blank. He had no idea what to do. Another lady bumped into him and rushed off without saying sorry. "I don't know what to do."

"Mitchell!" Hazel sighed desperately inside her washroom cubicle. She had heard slight screams from inside the room Miwen was in. And it was dark inside the room too now. Who knows what was happening to her? "Please, think," Hazel begged. "Miwen might be in danger. I don't even have the room key to get her out."

Mitchell grabbed his head. Was he really worthy of this position? The Senior Researcher of Project Dream System. It might have been the fact that he didn't know about the Royal Suite that messed up his entire flow for today. He didn't know.

Hazel sat down on the closed closet in fear, trying to get through to Mitchell, who was simply standing in the middle of the corridor, staring at the closed Royal Suite. Miwen was under Goren's strength, pressed down onto the closed door. His strong scent threatened to kill her as he attempted to take advantage of the woman. Miwen tried to push him away but she didn't know how long her slender arms would last against Goren's thick and strong ones.

"Stay still!" Goren ordered. Miwen screamed and screamed, but her wails all just blended into the Ultimate Chaos that Mitchell had invited into the night.