Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 737



"I've got this."

Instead of being the one in distress, Christine was now the one reassuring Bella. "It's nothing, really. Just don't tell Jane, okay? Please, Bella."

"Sure."

When the kid said she didn't want help, Bella backed off. "You go on, I'll leave you to it."

Christine went back to Dailey, just in time to hear the hotel manager say, "Mr. Clarkson, my boss will need a bit more time. Let me take you to the lounge upstairs. Have some coffee and pastries while you wait."

Dailey waved him off, "Hurry him up.'

Not wanting to provoke Dailey, the manager made another call in his presence.

Christine whispered to Dailey, "Shouldn't we check the surveillance footage first?"

Dailey replied, "Some access is restricted to the boss only."

Christine understood.

The common surveillance footage wouldn't reveal much.

They needed to see the backup in the cloud or those hidden under special permissions.

Merritt, watching from behind, was puzzled. How could these two still stand side by side, ready for battle?

And after their initial confusion, they were anything but panicky.

Their calm was unsettling to him, making him question, these two were far from ordinary.

Just then, Nelly approached.

"Dai..."

Dailey glanced at her, "Why are you here?"

Nelly fidgeted, her long hair falling over her pale, delicate face as she slightly bowed her head.

Dressed in a simple white dress, her vulnerable appearance was enough to stir a protective instinct in any man.

"I wanted to see if I could help with anything."

"I was scared too, just reacted slower. But thinking about it, something's not right."

Christine couldn't help but smirk internally: Isn't she tired of pretending?

Dailey's handsome face remained emotionless, his voice as indifferent as ever, "You're right."

Unless he was under some sort of spell, he would never target Nelly Not after what happened in their youth. He wouldn't make the same mistake again.

Touching her would be more troublesome than dealing with a woman from a brothel.

"Mr. Clarkson."

The hotel owner came running, drenched in sweat.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

"I'm sorry to keep you waiting."

Dailey didn't bother with pleasantries. Ignoring the man's outstretched hands, he got straight to the point, "To the surveillance room."

Once there, Dailey demanded the footage from around eleven o'clock the previous night.

The surveillance staff hesitated, "It's gone."

The hotel owner panicked, "What do you mean gone? Isn't the footage stored for thirty days? And backed up to my computer automatically?"

Trying to whisper to his boss, the employee was pushed aside as the owner's voice rose, "Just say it!"

With the owner not holding back, the

employee spoke up, "One of our regulars, always comes with different women, a coal tycoon, had his wife show up unexpectedly To keep his activities secret, he smashed the hard drives and

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dumped them in water. We lost not just last night's footage but everything from the past month."

The hotel owner was sweating bullets. He couldn't afford to offend the big shots of Vista Town.

"Don't worry, Mr. Clarkson, it's not a big deal. I've got backups."

"Boss, for the sake of client confidentiality, our surveillance system has an auto-destruct feature. If the hard drives are damaged, it'll delete all data from the cloud."

"And it's permanent. Irrecoverable."