A Perfect Lie Hides Behind My Billionaire Marriage novel Chapter 182

Lukas's face turned as dark as ink, regretting his attempt to gauge Reese's reaction.

He even mentioned James, striking a nerve.

With a stern face and a cold voice, as if someone owed him a fortune, he uttered, "I see."

Reese nodded, reminding him, "Mr. Strakovski, if you have nothing else to say, I'll head back to the room."

Lukas ignored her.

Reese pursed her lips and turned to leave.

Inside the private room, Lukas kicked the wall in frustration.

A gray footprint appeared on the pristine white floral wallpaper.

Coincidentally, a server passed by and couldn't help but advise, "Sir, you're damaging hotel property."

Lukas's face twisted in annoyance. Was even a minor server now opposing him?

With a grim expression, he retorted, "So what if I damaged it?"

The server frowned, thinking this well-dressed and refined-looking person was asking such a silly question.

Her voice was displeased, "If there's damage, you'll have to pay for it. Regardless of who it is, in our Fiveone Hotel, everyone is treated equally."

Lukas was furious, "Equally, you say? Then call the manager of your hotel over. I'd like to see how he treats everyone equally."

The straightforward server replied, "Then wait here, don't leave."

Steam seemed to emanate from Lukas's head in his anger. He begrudgingly agreed, "Fine. I won't leave. I'll wait for you to call someone."

The blunt server directly used her pager to inform the situation.

Before long, the hotel manager, followed by the lobby manager, hurriedly approached.

Lukas had his head down, holding his phone, still instructing someone about work-related matters.

Seeing this, the hotel manager frowned, "What's going on here?"

The server pointed at the footprint on the wall, "This guest dirtied the wall, and when I told him, he was unreasonable."

Only now did the hotel manager look at Lukas. Lukas still had his head down. The manager hadn't seen his face clearly, but he couldn't lose his aura, "Did this gentleman cause the footprint on the wall?"

By now, Lukas's anger had subsided. He knew he had acted childishly earlier because of Reese's actions. However, this matter had to be resolved.

He lifted his head and lazily glanced at the hotel manager, "Yes, I made it. What's the matter?"

Seeing Lukas, the hotel manager felt a sense of familiarity. His mind raced, and suddenly he remembered a person who matched the current appearance of the man before him.

He cautiously called out, "Young Master Strakovski."

Lukas snorted, "I'm surprised you still remember me."

The hotel manager quickly smiled, "Young Master Strakovski, it's our server's oversight to not recognize you. I saw you when you were here on vacation with the chairman before. It's indeed an unexpected encounter."

Lukas couldn't be bothered to continue the small talk, "The server's behavior was fundamentally correct. I was in a bad mood today. Fix the wall, and that's it."

Lukas finished speaking and turned to leave.

The server was puzzled, "Manager, what..."

The hotel manager turned around and glared at her, "This is our group's Second Young Master. Be more careful in the future."

The young server blushed at the thought of his earlier words.

She simply thought the excessive saltiness masked the taste of the meat congee.

She stopped eating halfway and opted for some mineral water to quench her thirst.

After breakfast, Reese and Chloe headed to the competition venue.

The competition was held in the rooftop hall of the Art and Technology Museum. Seats were spaced far apart, and there were partitions on the tables to ensure participants couldn't see each other's designs.

The competition began at 9 AM and ended at 5 PM, with the judges bringing in lunch.

The competition format was somewhat similar to the art entrance examination, but the duration was much longer.

The competition's theme was the same as its name, "Heart of the Sea," designing a piece of jewelry.

Once Reese received the theme, she began to contemplate and seek inspiration.

The five judges sat in the front row, occasionally glancing at the designers' progress.

During the competition, Lukas sat at the end of the judges' table, gazing out the window, lost in thought.

Normally, he was too busy to take part in judging events like this. They were too time-consuming.

However, after Reese entered the competition, he hesitated and ultimately took a seat among the judges.

His gaze fell on Reese. Since obtaining the marriage certificate with this woman, many things had imperceptibly changed.

Time ticked away.

About forty minutes into the competition, Reese had found inspiration and figured out how to draft her design.

But as she began to sketch, she suddenly felt a bit dizzy, her body becoming uncomfortable.