So, under the male waiter's sweaty apprehension, the Capital Commandant took step by step toward him as he hung his head and clenched his fists tightly.
"Honestly, I had preordered a coffee here before, but now that the situation is complicated, there's no need to deliver it anymore—although I doubt you'd be able to deliver it now."
After a while, a voice came from above his head.
The male waiter, startled, looked up to see the gentle and elegant man standing before him, offering a faint smile. Yet at an angle only he could see, the man's eyes were filled with a profoundly intriguing interest.
The corner of the waiter's mouth twitched.
He immediately realized two things.
As the current guest of room 218, the excuse of delivering coffee was likely already exposed to the other party.
And, he probably couldn't refuse to cooperate now...