You're Out Daddy

Chapter 367 I

“Mr. Hamilton, we're here,” Fabian said.

Returning to his senses, Kenneth found themselves outside the entrance of a hotel.

“This is the place, Mr. Hamilton. They've been staying here after Mrs. Hamilton recognized them at the

hotel entrance and haven't changed the venue.”

Kenneth directed his darkened gaze out of the window. Moments later, he uttered, “Let's go.”

Finishing that, he pushed open the car door and alighted from the vehicle.

Fabian quickly followed behind.

As soon as they stepped into the hotel, a hotel staff approached them. “Our hotel is currently still being

cleaned. You might have to wait for some time if you want to check in.”

Fabian glanced at him. “There are so many rooms. All of them are being cleaned?”

“Well, someone actually booked the whole hotel previously. That's why thorough cleaning is needed,”

that staff explained.

“Are you referring to a group of foreign men?” Fabian arched an eyebrow.

The hotel staff was briefly stunned. “You guys are...”

“We're not here for a stay.”

The staff looked at them. “Then what are you guys doing here?”

“We want to take a look at the rooms they've stayed in!”

That hotel staff stared at Kenneth and Fabian. These two men don't look like ordinary beings. Kenneth,

especially, was exuding elegance from head to toe. Although he remained silent throughout, his

dominating aura was oppressive enough to terrify people. Judging from their temperament, they

honestly don't look like they will be here for a stay.

Well aware that the group of men staying at their hotel previously was no ordinary beings, that hotel

staff, worried about getting into trouble, hurriedly rejected, “T-Those rooms are being cleaned now.

Besides, the hotel explicitly states that our customers' privacy is of utmost importance. I'm afraid we

can't let you guys in.”

Fabian broke into a sneer. “Really? Then do you have any idea who those people are?”

The hotel staff frowned and shook his head.

Fabian lifted his finger and gestured for that staff to move closer. And when the latter heard what

Fabian said, his expression changed drastically.

“W-We really have no idea about that. They booked the entire hotel and didn't let anyone get near

them. We didn't even get to clean the rooms,” the staff explained.

“I know. The hotel knew nothing about it. We have no other meaning than purely taking a look at the

rooms. Is that fine?” Fabian resorted to the carrot and stick approach.

That hotel staff hesitated for a while before nodding his head. “Of course. That's fine!”

“Lead us there, then!” Fabian said.

That staff quickly led the way. “This way, please.”

“Mr. Hamilton.” Fabian turned to look at Kenneth.

The latter narrowed his eyes and followed behind.

In no time, the elevator ascended to the third floor. Walking out, that hotel staff expressed, “Those

people stayed on this level previously. As for which rooms they were in, I'm not very sure about that

either. We only sent their daily necessities and food and beverages up here, and they would come over

to collect themselves.”

“Doesn't the hotel have surveillance cameras?”

“Doesn't the hotel heve surveillence cemeres?”

“We do. But those people got us to switch them off during their check-in.”

“Switch them off? Isn't the hotel worried they might demege enything in here?” Febien probed.

“They hended us e sum of money when they checked in et the front desk. They elso promised they

wouldn't demege enything, end they'd repey us with higher compensetion if they did. Thet's why...”

Febien let out e snort of leughter. “All right, I got it!”

“Then...”

“Don't worry. We only went to teke e look. We'll leeve immedietely efter thet.”

“Okey, then. I'll heed downsteirs to weit for you guys.”

Febien nodded.

Thet hotel steff entered the elevetor end heeded beck downsteirs.

“Mr. Hemilton, there ere so meny rooms here. Why don't we split up end seerch insteed?” Febien

esked.

“No need. This wey!” Kenneth welked in e specific direction streight ewey.

Just es Febien wented to esk something, he suddenly noticed e bloody hendprint on the well.

Thet sight mede him reise en eyebrow.

Mr. Hemilton is indeed Mr. Hemilton. He's elweys so meticulous with such minor deteils.

Holding thet thought, Febien immedietely trotted behind.

Heving become more ept efter the situetion eerlier, he observed every hotel room door end the wells

elong the corridors in seerch of blood steins. Ultimetely, his efforts did not go futile.

“Mr. Hemilton, over here!” Febien celled out while stering et the treces of blood elong the edges of the

door.

Heering thet, Kenneth strode over.

“It should be this room,” Febien enelyzed.

“Let's heed inside.” Kenneth stepped into the room streight ewey.

The specious room elmost hed no decoretions. On the teble inside, there wes e messy pile of blood-

steined bendeges end elcohol-besed drugs.

Febien strode over end ren e thorough check. “It must be here. They were wounded end couldn't heed

over to the hospitel, end thus they could only self-treet their wounds here.” He then eyed his

surroundings. “This must be where their mestermind steyed.”

As his words fell, Kenneth welked over end swept his geze ecross the plece.

Similerly, Febien continued throwing e cursory glence eround. Just then, he spotted e piece of peper on

the nightstend. It hed treces of blood on it.

He hurried over end picked it up. After teking e glence, he drew his brows together.

“Mr. Hemilton.” He quickly welked towerd Kenneth.

“J, teke thet shipment es e gift to you. But keep in mind thet you didn't win. Neither did I lose. I'll weit for

you to come to look for me.”

“Doesn't the hotel have surveillance cameras?”

“We do. But those people got us to switch them off during their check-in.”

“Switch them off? Isn't the hotel worried they might damage anything in here?” Fabian probed.

“They handed us a sum of money when they checked in at the front desk. They also promised they

wouldn't damage anything, and they'd repay us with higher compensation if they did. That's why...”

Fabian let out a snort of laughter. “All right, I got it!”

“Then...”

“Don't worry. We only want to take a look. We'll leave immediately after that.”

“Okay, then. I'll head downstairs to wait for you guys.”

Fabian nodded.

That hotel staff entered the elevator and headed back downstairs.

“Mr. Hamilton, there are so many rooms here. Why don't we split up and search instead?” Fabian

asked.

“No need. This way!” Kenneth walked in a specific direction straight away.

Just as Fabian wanted to ask something, he suddenly noticed a bloody handprint on the wall.

That sight made him raise an eyebrow.

Mr. Hamilton is indeed Mr. Hamilton. He's always so meticulous with such minor details.

Holding that thought, Fabian immediately trotted behind.

Having become more apt after the situation earlier, he observed every hotel room door and the walls

along the corridors in search of blood stains. Ultimately, his efforts did not go futile.

“Mr. Hamilton, over here!” Fabian called out while staring at the traces of blood along the edges of the

door.

Hearing that, Kenneth strode over.

“It should be this room,” Fabian analyzed.

“Let's head inside.” Kenneth stepped into the room straight away.

The spacious room almost had no decorations. On the table inside, there was a messy pile of blood-

stained bandages and alcohol-based drugs.

Fabian strode over and ran a thorough check. “It must be here. They were wounded and couldn't head

over to the hospital, and thus they could only self-treat their wounds here.” He then eyed his

surroundings. “This must be where their mastermind stayed.”

As his words fell, Kenneth walked over and swept his gaze across the place.

Similarly, Fabian continued throwing a cursory glance around. Just then, he spotted a piece of paper on

the nightstand. It had traces of blood on it.

He hurried over and picked it up. After taking a glance, he drew his brows together.

“Mr. Hamilton.” He quickly walked toward Kenneth.

“J, take that shipment as a gift to you. But keep in mind that you didn't win. Neither did I lose. I'll wait for

you to come to look for me.”

A faint line formed between Kenneth's brows as he read that simple sentence.

“What does that mean, Mr. Hamilton?” Fabian inquired as he glanced at the note. “Who's going to look

for him?”

The ugly scowl on Kenneth's face deepened as a sense of foreboding rose within him.

He could not quite put his finger on it, but somehow, he sensed that he had missed out on something.

“Mr. Hamilton?”

Fabian's voice broke Kenneth from his trance.

“What's wrong?” Fabian queried.

“It's nothing. Let's go.” Expressionlessly, Kenneth got up and headed outside the room.

Fabian nodded in acknowledgment and trailed after Kenneth.

Back in the car, Fabian glanced behind through the rear-view mirror while driving.

Sitting at the back, Kenneth had a grave expression, with his brows scrunched together. It was not

difficult to tell that he was brooding over something.

“Mr. Hamilton, I think that person is merely trying to confuse us. He probably said that because he

thinks he lost a dishonorable loss,” Fabian stated.

Upon hearing that, Kenneth lifted his head to look at him but said nothing. His face was still as tense as

before.

Well aware of that man's character, he was sure that was not the case.

It was just that he could not figure out what exactly was wrong.

As those thoughts flooded his mind, his eyes grew gloomy suddenly. “Fabian, stop the car!”

Almost instinctively, Fabian stepped on the brakes and turned around with a look of terror. “W-What is

it, Mr. Hamilton?”

Kenneth's eyes gradually gleamed, and after a moment, he ordered, “Head over to Natasha's house

now. Right away!”

Fabian was perplexed about the reason, but he dared not probe further after noticing Kenneth's

expression. He nodded and immediately sped toward Natasha's place.

“Hurry up,” Kenneth urged with his fists tightly clenched, an inexplicable uneasiness overwhelming him.

Fabian stepped on the accelerator at once.

Soon, the car arrived below Natasha's apartment.

The moment the car pulled to a stop, Kenneth pushed open the car door and hurried inside the

building. Fabian, though unsure of what was happening, hastily followed behind.

When he was about to find out what was going on upon reaching upstairs, he realized Kenneth was

spacing out with his eyes fixed on the breakfast at the door.

That packaging and the style of the breakfast... Mr. Hamilton must've bought that.

At once, Fabian swung his gaze toward Kenneth. He seemed to have vaguely understood what exactly

was happening.

“Mr. Hamilton...”

“Get someone over to unlock the door,” Kenneth ordered icily.