Marcel was dead.
His words were like a bolt from the blue, and the woman who rushed over froze on the spot.
Disbelief and pain appeared on her face, and she could not figure it out.
Just half an hour ago, he was so attentive and well-behaved in the private room to pour wine for her, saying that his previous words and actions were inappropriate and that he must correct his deeds and repent to his nephew in the future. Why did he die here now?
The hotel staff who followed in quickly called the police and emergency numbers.
Those who were impatient screamed out in horror, and some fell directly to the ground, showing extreme horror and fear.
Gustave had no idea how he got there and entered the building.
Not long ago, he had sent Griffin to the car and received a call from Ricky.