CHAPTER SEVENTY-ONE : A NEW JOB

~GEORGE~ After I was done dressing up, I walked out of the hotel room and proceeded to the reception. Thankfully, I had some pills in my pockets, so after using them, the headache subsided, and of course, I didn't forget to wear my mask to conceal my identity. “Hi," I said to the receptionist on duty, dropping the room keys. And she stopped what she was doing for a while and threw the keys into one of the chest of drawers. “Have a nice day, sir,” she said, and I furrowed my brows, letting out a silent scoff. “How much are my bills in total?" I asked, and she shrugged. “Your wife settled it already,” she said, and I raised a brow. Due to the effects of the alcohol yesterday, I didn't get to see the lady’s face well. All I knew was that she was someone I bumped into in the restroom and became intimate with. “My wife?" I repeated. “I mean, the lady you brought in last night,” she said, and I scoffed. “Does that look like someone fit to be called a wife? … she's just a random girl,