Women Owned by 5 Young Masters
Chapter 162
"This is your room."
Hamish escorted Irene to a room she had booked. The room is located next to his room.
"Thank you, sister" said Irene. The room Hamish had booked for him was very nice.
"Rest! If there's anything, just come to my room." Hamish kissed Irene's cheek before she left the room.
Irene closed the door to her room. The first thing he went to was a bed. The woman threw herself there.
He picked up his phone, apparently there were two incoming calls from an unknown number. "Who is this?" muttered.
Irene put her phone back on.
tok tok tok tok
I heard someone knocking on the door of his room. "Who the hell? Disturb people from relaxing!" grouse Irene.
He got out of bed and walked to the door.
"Excuse me, I want to deliver dinner" said one of the waiters who had just knocked on Irene's door.
Irene's gaze was not focused there, but on the figure of the man whose room was exactly in front of her room. It was a coincidence that Alan stayed at the same hotel with him even very close together. Their eyes met and looked at each other.
"Sorry, Miss. May I come in to put your prsanan?" scold the waiter.
"ah! Ja. Please come in," Irene said.
He smiled at Alan. The man did the same.
"Mother is staying here?" Irene asked awkwardly.
"Yes, it just so happens that we meet again" Alan replied.
"Miss, I'm done putting the food on the table" said the waiter politely.
"Thank you" said Irene. His gaze returned to Alan who was still standing in front of the room door just like him. "Sir, I go in first, yes! Want to have dinner," said Irene.
"Oh, yes, Alenta, please," said Alan.
Irene closed the door to her room. He stood behind the door holding his thumping chest.
"Why am I so nervous? This is crazy!" he muttered that he was in a room close to Alan and Hamish.
Drrt ... Drrt ....
His phone vibrated again. Irene grabbed him from the bed. The foreign number that had previously appeared on the missed call, now contacted him back.
"Hello?" sapana.
"Miss, it's Jay."
"Oh, Jay ..." Turns out that guy was his own guy.
Irene seemed to think for a moment. "Well, meet me at the XXX club at 9, after I finish dinner."
"All right."
***
Dressed in black, Irene went to a bar. The bustling atmosphere made it difficult to find the person he was looking for. Irene sent Jay a message to meet him at the bar table. He ordered a drink while waiting for the person he was waiting for.
"Miss, long time no see" said Jay. The man sat at the table beside Irene.
"How are you, Jay?" Irene asked as she sipped the drinks she ordered.
"Lack of good, Miss. You see, I always miss Miss," Jay said in a joking tone.
Irene laughed at hearing that. "Jay, what do you want to drink?"
"What's the most expensive, miss?"
Jay's answer is always unexpected. "Oh, okay ...." Irene called one of the bar clerks and asked him to make her the most expensive drink there.
"Since Miss left here, the atmosphere has become unpleasant. No one's taking me around the streets of the city in a mental battle with the police."
Irene smiled. He recalled his very foolish times as a bad boy abroad.
"Oh, yes. Is Miss seriously going to race again?" ask Jay to make sure.
"Yes, of course! I'm here for that." Irene did not refuse.
"Oh, yes. Miss must be familiar with the singer who was affected by the case, right?" ask Jay.
"You mean ... Jonathan?" Irene looks doubtful if Jay asks about her.
"Yes, Jonathan. In being loved by teenagers in this country because of the viral bagu that the English version is circulating. Including my sister, she really likes him."
Irene did not expect if the problem that was happening to Jonathan until it was heard out there.
"I asked you to come check my racing gear, as well as the performance. Don't let me be humiliated" Irene said.
"Oh, Miss, take it easy. As long as Miss isn't around, I'm maintaining your car like a child myself."
"What if after this we see him there?" take Irene.
"All right!"
***
Jay opened the barn door that looked quite shabby. When the door was lifted perfectly, three racing cars appeared that looked shiny. Irene felt as if she had just met her son. He approached one of the yellow cars and hugged the hood.
"Ah, thank you, Jay ... My son you make this kinclong" Irene praised.
Irene entered her car, feeling comfortable sitting in it. As he held the wheel, the almost forgotten atmosphere of the race re-spinned his memory greetings.