"This is a hotel, of course there are cameras." Julian Johnsons smirked.
"Perhaps it was at your behest."
Isabella Lindsey already knew that the presidential suite on the top floor was his private property. Without his orders, who would dare install surveillance?
"Don't dwell on these things."
Julian flashed a wicked smile, "Rest assured, a waiter will bring you something to eat soon."
"What do you mean by this? Keeping me locked in here?" Isabella's voice was cold.
"You prefer to stay at home and endure torment, hmm?" Julian smiled seductively.
"I can go somewhere else, why stay in a hotel?" Isabella questioned.
"Because your every move will be exposed under my watchful eyes." Julian spoke frankly.
"You call this peeping!" Isabella gave him a cold glare.
"But what have I peeped at, hmm?" Julian chuckled mischievously.
"You have ulterior motives." Isabella's expression was icy.
