Outside the door, Connor saw him carrying someone out, grinned and showed his big white teeth: "Young Master, the room is ready for you, you can take a rest."
"Hmm."
Harry Hunter nodded indifferently and entered the elevator.
He had a dedicated suite for resting at Royalton, booked it for an entire year, but rarely stayed there.
Connor thought today was special, so he had the suite redecorated, filled with roses and candles.
Harry was momentarily stunned when he carried Isabella Weaver into the room; then he shook his head, put her on the bed, and went to shower.
When he came out of the shower, he found the person on the bed had disappeared!
She still had the strength to run, apparently she wasn't as drunk as he thought.
Harry was a bit helpless; he hadn't intended to do anything, so why did she run?
He just wanted her to get a good night's sleep here, that's all.