Comeback Of The Adored Heiress

Chapter 90:

After reflecting for a moment, Madisyn simply said, “He’s a nice man.”

Lynda was momentarily speechless. Was that all there was to it? She hadn’t expected that one day Andrew would go from being the one pursued to the one doing the pursuing. But it seemed that Madisyn wasn’t going to be easily won over. It was clear Andrew had a long journey ahead of him.

Lynda and Madisyn checked in at the hotel and headed upstairs. As they exited the elevator, they were met with the sight of a heated argument by one of the rooms. A group of women, clearly natives of Mafelen, stood outside the room, while inside were the other two contestants from Lorpond.

Lynda frowned, recognizing her countrymen embroiled in a dispute. She quickened her steps, curious to find out what was happening. Madisyn, meanwhile, lingered behind, observing the scene with mild interest.

Rosaline Payne, one of the Lorpond contestants, was visibly upset. “We were assigned this room randomly. It has a great view, and now they want us to swap. We’ve already settled in, so we declined…”

The woman from Mafelen, tall and blonde, dressed in designer clothes that screamed luxury, sneered with clear disdain. “Even if you’ve already settled in, it’s not that hard to pack up and move. I’ll make it easy for you—ten thousand dollars for the room.”

She held out a sleek card as if the offer was an undeniable deal.noveldrama

Beside her stood another Mafelen woman in green, her expression cold and aloof, watching the confrontation unfold without a word.

Lynda’s face hardened. “If you want a better room, why not just upgrade?”

“The hotel’s fully booked,” the blonde woman snapped, her patience clearly wearing thin. “It’s just a little packing. Honestly, it’s no wonder Lorpond hasn’t performed well these past few years. I can see the laziness is deeply ingrained.”

Rosaline’s face turned red with anger. “Excuse me?”

The blonde woman chuckled, “Oh, am I wrong? Lorpond hasn’t made it past the second round for three years. Might as well pack your bags now—you’ll probably be heading home tomorrow anyway.”

Madisyn, watching from the sidelines, suddenly spoke up, her voice calm yet commanding. “It seems the Mafelen contestants are in need. If you want the room so badly, it’s yours.”

Rosaline’s eyes widened, not willing to back down so easily. Why was Madisyn giving in? It was clear these women were just trying to humiliate them!

Lynda was also puzzled by Madisyn’s decision to concede. But before Rosaline or the male contestant could object, Madisyn held up a keycard. “I have a presidential suite here. Initially, I thought staying in our assigned rooms would be fine, given that we’re all competitors. But seeing how desperately the Mafelen contestants want this room, we’ll move to the suite.”

The blonde woman’s eyes flickered as she registered the sight of the keycard. The presidential suite in this hotel was notoriously expensive—far beyond what she or her companion could afford.

Madisyn calmly took the woman’s offered card and said, “Since you were so kind as to offer compensation, we’ll accept this.”

She turned to Rosaline and the male contestant, her voice steady. “Pack your things. We’re moving to the presidential suite. There’s more than enough room for all of us.”

Rosaline, who had been initially annoyed, now felt a wave of satisfaction wash over her. The smug expression on the blonde woman’s face had vanished, replaced with anger and envy.

As they gathered their belongings, Rosaline couldn’t resist throwing a parting remark over her shoulder. “We’ll leave the room to you. Enjoy the view. But don’t get any ideas about taking the presidential suite—you’d need a bit more than ten thousand dollars for that!”

The blonde woman seethed as the Lorpond contestants made their exit, victorious in a battle they hadn’t expected to win.

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