"This is my hotel. Why would it damage my reputation?"
Andrew shrugged and said, "I bought a hotel in every major city as a place to stay when I travel. What can I say? I can't sleep soundly anywhere I don't own."
"..."
Poison Ivy stared in disbelief. She felt as though Andrew was radiating the golden glow of obscene wealth from head to toe, so bright she could barely keep her eyes open.
Damn capitalist.
Poison Ivy cursed inwardly. If only she could be that rich. Back when she wanted to buy an island, she'd had to go to all the trouble of robbing a bank.
What was the saddest part? The robbery had failed.
"All right, enough chitchat."
Andrew placed the Evil God Mask on the table and said, "God of Lies, come out and see me."
Neither Barbara nor Poison Ivy reacted. Barbara said, "With you here, how would she dare come out? I've never seen a more cowardly god."
"You say that like you've met a lot of gods."
Andrew snarked, then said, "Get out here, or you know what I'll do."
Loki, the God of Lies, sighed. This guy really had figured it out. He took control of Poison Ivy's body and said, "Mechanical Demon King—no, Lord of Hell. Long time no see."
"Lord of Hell?"
Barbara and Poison Ivy were stunned. Mr. Wang's true identity was the Lord of Hell? Did that mean he was Lucifer Morningstar?
Andrew took out a flashlight and said, "Look over here."
Barbara and Poison Ivy both looked at the flashlight. A moment later, it flashed, wiping their memories and leaving them unconscious on the floor.
Andrew tapped the Evil God Mask and said, "Possess the mask."
The Evil God Mask hurriedly said, "Mr. Wang, you can't let him