Chapter 443: I’ll Take You for a Massage
Chapter 443: Chapter 443: I’ll Take You for a Massage
Diana Jennings took Zane and Jasmine home, while Renee Jennings and Michelle Fuller drove to the movie theater where Yuri Sullivan was watching a film.
By the time they arrived, the movie had already started. Sean Fuller was standing anxiously at the ticket gate, looking all around.
His eyes lit up the moment he saw them. "Sis! Renee! Over here!" he called out, pleasantly surprised.
They got their tickets checked and went inside. The movie was already playing, and in the dim light, Renee could vaguely make out Yuri Sullivan looking in their direction.
She glanced at the person beside him before following Sean Fuller to their seats.
Their seats were in the row directly behind Yuri Sullivan, giving them a clear view of the pair’s interactions.
It was a sci-fi blockbuster with occasional startling, gory scenes.
Whenever a scene like that came on, Dora Archer would panic and hide in Yuri Sullivan’s arms.
Sean Fuller secretly recorded the scene on his phone. Watching it, he couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of pity for Yuri Sullivan.
If the girl had truly been head over heels in love with Yuri Sullivan, he might have been quite envious.
Unfortunately, she was just a scammer after Yuri Sullivan’s money.
After the movie, Dora Archer led Yuri Sullivan out of the theater by the hand. "Darling," she cooed, "where are we going next? I’m getting tired of walking. I want to rest for a bit."
Yuri Sullivan: "..."
’You’re the one who asked me out, and you’re also the one who’s too tired to walk,’ he thought.
"Yu—" Yuri Sullivan started to say, but he quickly clamped his mouth shut.
’That was close. I almost let it slip.’
"Darling, what do you say?" Dora Archer asked, looking at him expectantly.
Yuri Sullivan glanced down to adjust the miniature camera on his button, then said hesitantly, "Flora, are you hungry? Otherwise, how about I take you for a late-night snack?"
"Eating late at night will make me fat!" Dora Archer said, shaking her head. "I don’t want a snack."
"But aren’t you tired?" Yuri Sullivan thought for a moment before adding, "In that case, I’ll take you for a massage."
"Why don’t..." Dora Archer’s finger traced circles on Yuri Sullivan’s chest. "Yuri, you give me the massage personally."
Even though he knew the woman in front of him was a scammer just trying to get his money, Yuri Sullivan’s face still betrayed him by turning red.
He pressed his lips together nervously. "Isn’t... isn’t that a bit inappropriate?"
"How could it be inappropriate?" Dora Archer tapped his chest playfully with a small fist. "Aren’t you my boyfriend? Nothing could be more appropriate than you giving me a massage, you know?"
Yuri Sullivan glanced around, spotting Renee and the other two standing not far off, pretending to look at a poster. He looked uncomfortable as he asked, "If I’m going to give you a massage... where would be an appropriate place to do it?"
"Why don’t we... go to a hotel?" Dora Archer suggested with a bashful expression. "It wouldn’t be convenient to go to your place, so a hotel is perfect."
"Chad lives alone, so why would going to his place be inconvenient?" Sean Fuller muttered suspiciously.
Hearing this, Renee explained in a low voice, "Probably because going to Chad’s house doesn’t fit their plan. After all, her husband doesn’t have a key, so he wouldn’t be able to burst into the room to take photos for blackmail."
"Oh, so that’s what it is," Sean Fuller said, the realization dawning on him.
Michelle Fuller looked at him with concern. "You’re so dense. I wonder how many times women are going to trick you."
Upon hearing that, Renee said softly, "Michelle, don’t talk to Hank like that."
Sean Fuller was touched. "See? Renee’s the one who’s nice to me!"
Renee’s lips curved into a smile as she added, "Men probably trick him sometimes, too."
Sean Fuller: "..."
’Renee, so you’re not letting me off the hook either!’
’My heart is broken!’
While they were busy whispering among themselves, Yuri Sullivan had already agreed to get a hotel room with Dora Archer.
"Then let’s head straight over," Yuri Sullivan said, pulling out his phone. He opened a map app and asked, "Flora, is The Imperial Hotel okay?"
"The Imperial Hotel is too expensive," Dora Archer said, shaking her head. "Yuri, we don’t need to go to a hotel that expensive. It’s such a waste of money."
"How could it be a waste?" Yuri Sullivan looked at her and said earnestly, "I think you’re worth it."
"There’s no need," Dora Archer said. "We can just find a clean, decent hotel nearby. As long as I’m with you, that’s all that matters. We don’t need to waste money on some ridiculously expensive place."
Seeing how insistent she was, Yuri Sullivan knew something was fishy. He decided to play along. "Flora, you’re such a frugal girl."
"Then let’s look for one as we walk!" Dora Archer said with a smile.
"Okay," Yuri Sullivan agreed with a nod.
The two of them left the mall and walked down the street.
Renee and the others followed them at an unhurried pace.
After walking for a stretch, Dora Archer pulled Yuri Sullivan to a stop and pointed to a hotel across the street. "Darling, how about that one? It’s 168 a night—such a bargain!"
Yuri Sullivan frowned, remaining silent.
’He’d never stayed in a hotel that cost less than four figures. This place across the street couldn’t even be bothered to fix the broken lights on its sign. How could the rooms possibly be clean?’
’But then again,’ he thought, ’I’m here to catch a scammer, not to enjoy a luxury stay.’
He pressed his lips together and gave a reluctant nod. "I guess it’s fine."
"Great," Dora Archer said, beaming. "Let’s stay here, then."
The two of them used the crosswalk to get to the other side. Just as they were about to enter the hotel, Dora Archer said, "Yuri, are you thirsty? I’m going to go buy a fruit platter. You go on in first. Just send me the room number in a little while."
"Okay." Yuri Sullivan went into the hotel but didn’t rush to get a room. He stood by the front desk, a disgusted look on his face.
The place had a foul, strange smell.
Yuri Sullivan couldn’t take it and walked back to the entrance.
When Dora Archer finally dawdled back, she found him standing by the entrance and asked in confusion, "Darling, why didn’t you go inside?"
"I was waiting for you."
"Did you get the room, then?"
"Not yet," Yuri Sullivan explained. "They need to register both of our IDs."
Dora Archer’s expression instantly changed. "Then why didn’t you just say only one person was staying?" she asked, displeased.
Yuri Sullivan looked at her in surprise. "Flora, are you angry?"
"No, no," Dora Archer said, quickly forcing a smile. "I just forgot to bring my ID, so I can’t register. Can you just go ahead and get the room, please?"
Yuri Sullivan’s gaze darkened. ’This must be part of her plan, too,’ he thought, and then agreed, "Alright, then."
"You’re the best, darling," Dora Archer said, urging him on. "Hurry and go in. Remember to send me the room number."
Yuri Sullivan booked the room, sent the room number to Sean Fuller, and only then sent it to Dora Archer.
Dora Archer received the text, and a smirk played on her lips. She made a phone call. "You can head over now. I just sent you the room number."
After hanging up, she walked into the hotel, a spring in her step.
Renee and the others were sitting in the coffee shop next door and had heard Dora Archer’s phone conversation crystal clear.
"This husband and wife are really something else," Michelle Fuller remarked, shaking her head.
Sean Fuller stroked his chin. "Chad sent me the room number. Should we go up now, or wait a while?"
Renee locked her phone screen and said softly, "We’ll wait here for Dora Archer’s husband."