377 Catching the Cheater? The Little Fox Stretches Out Its Claws (2 More)

Zac Cruz now also felt a splitting headache.

Most tips gave a specific room number, making it unlikely this matter was bogus.

Who the hell was the dumbass who couldn't keep it in his pants?

If this blew up, with the wedding yet to be held, the whole Capital City would have a good laugh.

By the time they reached the 18th floor, the police had already entered the room in cooperation with the hotel manager. From a distance, they could hear a woman's piercing scream.

"...What the hell are you doing? Get the hell out of here!"

"We received a tip claiming there's prostitution happening here. Please present your IDs," the officer said, handling the matter by the book.

"What? Prostitution? Are you mistaken? Do you know who I am?" A man's voice spoke up, "The two of us are boyfriend and girlfriend."

"ID first, please."

The couple hemmed and hawed, reluctant to produce their documents.

The police stood firm, and finally, the IDs had to be handed over.