Queen Of Thieves: You've Stolen My Heart

"Brian Bian! Brian! Open the door! Stop hiding in silence. I know you're in there!" Layton Li stood outside the presidential suite and banged his fist on the door. The door was almost broken, but he couldn't head a sound coming from the room.

"Mr. Layton... I don't think this is a good idea. Why don't we ask Miss Kylie for the room card?" the assistant followed Layton Li and said obsequiously, with his eyes wide open.

"I feel uncomfortable when I stepped into her hotel. How could you ask me to go to her voluntarily? It's better for me to die as soon as possible." Layton Li frowned and a burst of anger rose from his heart.

As if he heard their conversation, the manager of the hotel appeared just in time to save them. He handed a key card to Layton Li with his hands, and said with a smile, "Hello, Mr. Layton. Miss Kylie sent this room card to you. She said that you needed it."

"What? Ok. Thank her for me. You can leave now," Layton Li said in a serious tone. He could feel his blood boiling deep inside. 'Brian Bian, you're screwed. How could you make me owe that woman a favor? I curse you!'

"Beep!" The door made a sound as it opened. As expected, the living room was a mess. As soon as he entered the main bedroom, Layton Li felt so angry that he could almost pass out.

He thought Brian Bian was drunk and slept all day and night in bed, but he didn't expect him to play so high last night.

Layton Li's head was aching. He thought, 'That's enough! Brian, you're troubling me every day, but here you are having fun.'

"Brian, get up! Your father is about to kill you!" Just as he was about to lift the bed sheet, Layton Li glanced at the bed and felt like something was wrong. There was only a woman sleeping soundly on the bed. As his eyes scanned the room, there was no other person in sight. Was Brian Bian under the quilt? He was not afraid of suffocating to death!

The woman sleeping on the bed was awakened by Layton Li's roar. She quickly got up in surprise. It seemed that she drank a lot last night and her face looked exhausted and worn out. Layton Li couldn't bear to look at her red and swollen face.

The woman's eyes were blurred. After a long time, her gaze finally focused on the strange man in the room. She didn't know him. A few seconds later, her scream penetrated across the hotel.

"You, you, you... Who are you?" the woman shouted, covering her fair-skinned thighs with the quilt. Depressed, she rubbed her long hair and became valiant. She picked up a pillow and threw it at Layton. "How did you come in? Get out!"

"Are you crazy? I'll give you one minute to put on your clothes and get out of here. If you don't, I'll throw you out myself!" Layton had always been a lady's man. This was the first time a woman despised him. When he heard what she said, Layton got angry. He could even feel the blue veins popping out on his forehead as he yelled at her.

The women looked at Layton and obediently shut up. She didn't want to offend him. Why was he so excited? Was he the "boyfriend" of that man from last night?

Unable to wait any longer, she immediately got up to get dressed.

As expected, Layton still didn't see Brian Bian. He quickly grabbed the woman after she got dressed and asked, "Hey, I want to ask you something. Where is the man who was with you last night?"

'Did he leave? It was only ten o'clock in the morning. This wasn't his style.'

The woman was a little shocked at his straightforward words. She calmly put on her coat and said, "You should go under the bed and look for him. If I remember correctly, he slept under the bed last night." Taking out a rose-red lipstick from her bag, she smeared it as looking at the mirror from a distance. "He was so drunk last night and said that the bed was too crowded. He wanted to sleep under it."

Under the bed?! Layton shook his head and thought he had misheard her. He bent over and looked under the bed, only to find that she was correct. Brian was there, sleeping under the bed. He seemed completely oblivious to everything that was happening in the room.

Layton was at s loss for words. Out of rage, he threw a pair of hotel slippers at the sleeping man.

One of the slippers hit his cheek and Brian felt a hard slap on his face. With a sudden groan, he woke up from his dream.

A while ago, he overheard noise coming from outside. It disturbed his peaceful slumber. Last night, he challenged six women, but he was too tired to care about it at all. When he felt the slipper hit him, Brian thought the woman on the bed threw it at him. He suddenly stood up with the intention to scold her, but forgot that he was under the bed. He bumped his head against a hard surface and felt a throbbing pain all over.

"Damn it! Which bastard threw it, huh?" Brian crawled out of the bed with one hand caressing his face and the other rubbing his head. Seeing the dark circles under his eyes, Layton wanted to kick him back to where he came from.