Chapter 5

After staking out for half a month, I finally saw the latest chat records between Ethan Parker and Olivia Quinn on the iPad.

They had arranged to meet at a hotel in the neighboring city.

That day was Olivia Quinn's birthday.

I sat in a rented Volkswagen, watching Olivia Quinn link arms with Ethan Parker not far away.

They were eating the same ice cream cone.

Olivia Quinn's face was full of arrogance: "Would the old lady eat the same ice cream cone with you?"

Ethan Parker looked embarrassed: "Walking on the street, people think she's my mom."

"Who eats the same ice cream cone with their mom at this age!"

They entered the hotel together.

The room number was 606.

I travel frequently for work and have a gold membership on the hotel APP, with VIP discounts for accommodation.

But my assistant always helped me book rooms, I rarely logged in myself.

So Ethan Parker felt safe enough to use my account to book hotel rooms.

It was only after calling customer service and asking them to restore the deleted booking records that I discovered Ethan Parker had booked rooms more than ten times in the past year and a half.

Each time in his words was a so-called business trip.

I sat in the Volkswagen for about twenty minutes, smoking two cigarettes.

Estimating that enough time had passed, I finally dialed the police.

Imitating the online procedures for catching cheaters, I calmly informed the person on the other end of the phone.

"Hello, I want to report anonymously."

"There's group prostitution happening in room 606 of XX Hotel."