?<strong>Chapter 592:</strong>


    “I’m sorry, Mr. Kelly. Your father specifically instructed us not to amodate you.”


    Bobby scoffed, his face hardening.


    “I’m already here. You’re more afraid of him than you are of me?”


    The manager reluctantly began processing the renewal of Bobby’s presidential suite. But when Bobby handed him a card, the manager frowned apologetically.


    “This card has been frozen.”


    “What?” Bobby pulled out another card and thrust it at the manager.


    “Try this one.”


    “This card is frozen too.”


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    Bobby didn’t need to hear more; it was clear his father was pulling all the stops to force him back home for yet another matchmaking attempt.


    Standing in the lobby, Bobby weighed his options when he noticed a familiar figure trying to slip past him.


    “Fannie, get over here!”


    Fannie winced, hoping she’d make it out unnoticed. But her hopes faded when he called her name. She walked over reluctantly, eyeing him with mild annoyance.


    “If you’re thinking of borrowing money, don’t.”


    A sh of embarrassment crossed Bobby’s face.


    “Who said anything about borrowing money? I just need a ce to stay for the night.”


    “What?” Fannie was startled. She’d just recently moved out of her parents’ ce, but bringing a man home—even for one night—was not exactly part of her n. What if her parents found out? But then again, this was Bobby. Maybe it wasn’t such a big deal, considering their past.


    Fannie asked, “Don’t you have any ce to stay?”


    Bobby scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.


    “My dad sold them all.”


    “What about your friends?”


    “They’re all married. Do you really think it’s appropriate for me to stay with them?”


    Shawn watched him like a hawk. Staying at his ce would practically be a death sentence.


    Fannie still looked hesitant, ncing at him as if sizing him up. Bobby noticed her doubtful gaze and raised an eyebrow.


    “Hey, you’re not seriously thinking I’d try something, are you?”


    Fannie swallowed, wondering if she should install a chain lock on her bedroom door for the night.


    “Honestly, you’re such a tightwad,” Bobby grumbled, already resigning himself to a night on the streets.


    But Fannie’s instinct to help kicked in, overriding her doubts.


    “Fine! Come with me.”


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