High Paying Bounty for My Secret Husband’s One Night Stand? I Queted Chapter 05

High Paying Bounty for My Secret Husband’s One Night Stand? I Queted Chapter 05

The chat went dead for a beat, then erupted.

[Holy shit! Who are you? That’s freakishly accurate!]

[2801! That’s the Crown Suite! I just saw the security guy stationed at the entrance to the 28th floor!]

Jessica immediately sent me twenty grand, followed by: [How do you know that?]

I accepted the transfer and replied coolly.

[I’m staying across the hall. Snuck a peek.]

A wave of envious comments followed.

[You’re so lucky! Girl, keep watching for us. Tell us if any woman goes in there!]

I put my phone away and glanced at the extra twenty grand in my account. It felt pretty good.

Alexander, your room number is surprisingly profitable.

“The Grand Solaire in Silver Sand Cove, please,” I told the driver.

If someone was putting a bounty on my husband, only right for the wife to come collect in person.

“He’s still wearing the ring.”

I stared out at the night and murmured to myself. Something long buried inside me seemed to be stirring back to life.

The Grand Solaire lobby was bright and glittering, but I didn’t go in.

I sat in a coffee shop across the street and watched the chat.

Jessica had completely lost it by now.

[I’m at the hotel entrance! I’m wearing the white dress! Ladies, wish me luck!]

A chorus of cheers erupted.

[Go get him, Jessica! You bag Alexander and you’ll be the first lady of Eastbrook!]

[Don’t forget to throw us a bone when you’re on top!]

I looked at my phone, then at the hotel entrance.

Sure enough, a woman in a white slip dress with long, flowing hair was walking toward the entrance with a determined look on her face.

It was Jessica.

I glanced at the time. Ten PM.

At this hour, Alexander was either on a video call with his overseas team or in the shower.

Either way, Jessica walking in would be suicide.

I opened his chat and typed: [What are you doing?]

[Shower.]

A simple word that instantly conjured up an image of his powerful, dripping-wet body in a cloud of steam.

I shook the thought out of my head.

[Someone’s about to knock on your door. Make sure you’re dressed.]

I sent it with a hint of provocation.

Alexander was silent for three seconds.

[Olivia, where exactly are you?]