Chapter 15

"Since this is my hotel, I decide this show ends now." Xander gave him a glance, rose to his feet, and stated coldly. The music was too soft, his voice too cold, that everyone around could hear him clearly, stunned for a moment as whispers erupted. "Hey, what are you doing?" Simon grabbed him, speaking in displeasure. "Grow up, Simon." Xander glanced at him, swiftly heading towards the exit. His time was precious, there were too many tasks awaiting him, rather than accompanying Simon in his spiteful games. He didn't count on the hotel making much profit, this was already the third Aesthetic hotel in Boston, the people's mindset wasn't open enough to accept lots of ordinary people consuming their services outright. As he left the hall, his fingers brushed something icy in his pocket, a hearing aid, the one that Eliza dropped on the carpet! The deaf girl! Flicking his finger, the hearing aid traced an arc in the air before accurately landing in the trash can by the wall. He never pitied