A Bad Review Comes at a Price?
It was late at night.
Outside the window, the hazy white moonlight tinged with red filtered through the sheer curtains and fell across the cashmere carpet in the VIP suite, Room 3303, on the hotel's thirty-third floor, casting a soft glow.
The hotel was quiet at this late hour. Even though the central air-conditioning system had been expensive and carefully adjusted, its faint, rustling airflow could still be heard.
At that moment, the room temperature was held at the ideal twenty-five degrees for a good night's sleep.
"..."
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So Annie was sleeping soundly on her side, nestled against the soft bed and a goose-down pillow.
A thin silk blanket covered only half of her. Most of her body was exposed, and the ruffled collar of her floral pajamas rose and fell gently with each breath. Her smooth black hair spread across the pillow like satin, with a few mischievous strands resting on her cheek and stirring faintly in her breath.
The light from the bedside lamp had automatically dimmed to its lowest setting, but it still seemed a little glaring at that moment.
Still, that hardly mattered. Annie was already asleep, and since she could sleep until well into the afternoon, when the sun was practically scorching her backside, a little dim light like this wasn't enough to disturb her.
However...
Just then, in the hazy white moonlight tinged with red, a shadow seemed to be drawing closer.
(...)
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That, of course, immediately caught Tibbers' attention.
But when he saw that the intruder wasn't trying to disturb Annie physically and was instead invading her dream, he thought it over. It didn't seem to fall within his duties, and it certainly wasn't his area of expertise. He didn't want to