Refusing to Remarry: Mr. Hawthorne, You Are Out-Chapter 142: Have You Gone Crazy Enough?

In Raine Sinclair’s view, she and Finn Wyatt have known each other for so many years, they’re more or less acquaintances, so asking him to do this little favor shouldn’t be a big deal, right?

The main thing is, she really doesn’t have time right now, and Lily has inexplicably gone missing.

Her grandmother is also waiting for lifesaving help, she’s really at her wits’ end!

Finn Wyatt was in a good mood, so he nodded without a second thought, "Alright!"

Raine Sinclair felt relieved after he agreed and followed Wade Kerr to leave.

As she was leaving, Leon Grant’s friend Anton Kincaid happened to walk out of another exit, also with a group of party friends.

The dancing phase was almost over; next was the organizer’s storytelling session, and who knows how many people were waiting to speak on stage. These young folks had no interest in hearing clichéd speeches, so they snuck out early.

Anton Kincaid didn’t expect to run into Raine Sinclair here.

"Hey, isn’t that Ms. Sinclair?" he muttered in confusion.

Didn’t she leave early with Leon Grant? Why has she suddenly appeared here?

It was just a matter of twenty minutes or so, right?

How did Leon Grant wrap things up so quickly?

No way...

Anton blinked, wondering if he drank too much and was seeing things. He tugged at the person next to him and asked, "Hey, do you see Ms. Sinclair?"

That person followed his gaze and then nodded, "Yeah!"

"..." Anton fell into silence.

Since Raine Sinclair was back, why hadn’t he seen Leon Grant?

The rascal, who knows where he wandered off to!

On the other side, Finn Wyatt felt particularly refreshed after seeing Raine Sinclair leave!

Cars, reputation, suddenly seemed irrelevant!

The key was Raine Sinclair promised to dance with him next time!

Unable to resist smiling, Finn Wyatt cooly tucked his hands into his pants pockets and turned toward the elevator.

While walking, he even started whistling.

Looking like a carefree, smug figure!

When he leaned against the elevator, he inexplicably chuckled out loud.

"Honestly, why am I suddenly in such a good mood?"

As soon as he mumbled, the elevator dinged open.

Standing in the lengthy corridor, Finn Wyatt’s smile instantly froze.

Looking down the seemingly endless corridor, with doors lining both sides every few meters, how could he even think of knocking them all open until next year?

This woman, Raine Sinclair, sure knows how to present a challenge!

After a three-second silence, Finn Wyatt called the hotel manager.

"Open all the doors on this floor."

"What?" The hotel manager was directly stunned; in all his years, he’d never heard such an unreasonable demand before!

What is a hotel for?

A place for convenient rest and sleep!

If they recklessly opened the doors and barged in, what if they saw something they shouldn’t?

The manager wore a look of refusal, "Mr. Wyatt, those are guests’ privacy. We have no right to do that!"

Finn Wyatt’s face immediately sank, his dark eyes narrowing as he glared at him with murder gleaming, "I’ll give you one more chance."

"..." The manager shivered, Finn Wyatt’s sharp gaze causing cold sweat to stream down his forehead!

Finn Wyatt never plays by the rules, and he’s ruthless. If provoked, he’d do anything!

Nervously swallowing hard, the manager quickly changed his tune, "In special circumstances, it isn’t impossible..."

"Then hurry up?!" Finn Wyatt thundered, anger instantly flaring!

The manager was so frightened his legs went weak, "Please calm down, Mr. Wyatt; I’ll do it now!"

Rapidly retrieving all the key cards, the manager swiped open room after room.

The first room, empty.

The second room, empty.

...

His mind gradually relaxed; he’d forgotten, Mr. Holden booked the entire hotel today, so there weren’t any outsiders!

Had he known that when Mr. Wyatt spoke earlier, he would have acted swiftly to open the doors!

No one knew that after receiving such a stare, he felt injured internally!

Ugh!

As the manager opened the doors ahead, Finn Wyatt trailed behind, utterly bored.

Truthfully, he’s the kind most lacking patience; ordinarily, no one should dare think of commanding him...

But Raine Sinclair’s request, he only begrudgingly helped because of Diane Linton!

Yes, that’s it.

Raine Sinclair is Diane Linton’s close friend; helping Raine Sinclair is a way of being good to Diane Linton.

Continually hypnotizing himself, Finn Wyatt tried to ignore the real reason deep in his heart.

At this moment, from the room the manager just opened came a startled shout!

"Who?!"

Probably surprised by the door opening...

Both the manager and Finn Wyatt jumped in fright, exchanging a glance, their eyes carrying the same glint.

Finally caught a live person!

Finn Wyatt swiftly stepped into the room while the manager glanced up at the room number.

1307.

At that moment, inside the room came the sound of laughter like a pig being slaughtered, "Hahaha! Quentin Carlson, are you actually using a pink towel?! hahaha!"

Step inside, and Finn Wyatt was already laughing so hard he couldn’t straighten his back, while across from him, a man who’d evidently freshly showered quickly discarded his towel and threw on a t-shirt.

His face clouded as if he’d seen a ghost...

"Who allowed you people in here?!"

That enormous interrogation, filled with undisguised anger, instantly singed the manager!

Under the glowering, he stumbled backward a couple of steps, "Sir, I..."

"Don’t blame him hahaha!" Finn Wyatt, still laughing uncontrollably, finally managed to catch his breath, reaching out to wipe tears of laughter from his eyes, "I forced him to open it!"

Quentin Carlson’s face was already livid!

Knowing Finn Wyatt for years, he understands him as a wild, unrestrained playboy!

Fearing nothing, daring anything!

Not just opening his door; even if the president came, this guy might provoke him!

"Had enough madness?" Quentin Carlson frowned, giving him a glance, forcibly suppressing the urge to end him, and asked.

Finn Wyatt realized he’d indeed laughed too excessively, hurriedly inhaling deeply to stand upright, "Enough, enough, let me catch my breath..."

No sooner had he said that than his peripheral vision caught sight of the burly pink towel thrown on the bed, his laughter once again rising up from his heart!

Ahahaha! That Quentin Carlson actually has a girlish pink heart!

Just as laughter was about to erupt anew, he was attracted by a faint noise from the neighboring room.

"Ah! Ouch... so painful... boohoo!"

Then came the creaking sound of the large bed.

Finn Wyatt froze; adults know what’s up.

But...

He glanced back at the manager, "Your hotel’s soundproofing is this terrible?"

"Huh?" The manager belatedly realized, but rather than ponder the soundproofing issue, he asked back, "The hotel is fully booked; besides catering to internal conference staff, is there anyone else staying?"