Dauntless God Of War

Chapter 496

The winter months in Dellmoor were often damp and chilly, but Grandeur Hotel was always warm and inviting thanks to its efficient heating system.

It felt like summer inside the hotel while winter raged on outside.

One could wear a thin shirt inside and feel comfortable.

It was nine at night. Evelyn was lying on the soft bed in her room on the twenty-eighth floor, clad in nothing but a sexy nightgown. The TV was on, but she wasn't paying any attention to it.

She couldn't help but remember the peril she encountered with the God of War in Jinrich only a few days ago.

She had the urge to find out what the God of War looked like. Her curiosity had reached an almost unbearable level. Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

As the moments slowly passed, the thought of visiting the God of War became increasingly appealing to her.

She felt an overwhelming desire to go to him, to implore him to take off his mask and show her his true face.

He should be in his room at the moment, and if I knock on the door, I might be fortunate enough to catch him without his mask. That way, I can get a good look at his face without having to ask him to remove it.

Gathering her strength and determination, Evelyn silently tiptoed out of her bedroom and made her way along the corridor to the God of War's room, which was located on the same floor as hers.

At his door, she suddenly hesitated.

After pondering briefly, Evelyn mustered her courage and knocked on the fake God of War's door.

Soon, the door was opened.

“God...”

Evelyn thought the God of War would open the door personally and was about to greet him when she discovered it was his subordinate who answered the door.

The fake Logan opened the door and asked curiously, “Ms. Schmidt, what can I do for you?”

“Uh, I need to talk to the God of War,” Evelyn stuttered nervously, even though she was usually eloquent.

“Let her in, Logan. You can leave now,” the fake God of War announced before Logan could say that he wasn't free to meet anyone.

“Yes, sir! Please come in, Ms. Schmidt,” Logan invited.

He stepped out and shut the door securely behind him, not forgetting to keep watch outside.

Evelyn stepped into the room to discover that it was a luxuriously decorated presidential suite.

She had thought that in the comforts of his own room, the God of War would be unmasked, yet when she laid eyes on him, her expectations were dashed.

The man standing before her was still wearing his mask.

“Ms. Schmidt, what can I do for you?” the fake God of War asked coldly.

“I... It's nothing important!” Evelyn grew nervous when she saw his icy expression.

With that, she turned to leave.

The fake God of War didn't stop her from leaving.

However, Evelyn came to a halt at the door.

He has always been cold and distant, so why would I be afraid of him now? Even back in Jinrich, he acted in the same aloof manner, and I never felt the need to be scared of him in the past.

With that thought in mind, Evelyn spun on her heels and gave the fake God of War a stubborn look.

Evelyn gathered her courage again and announced, “I need to talk to you.”

“What is it?” the fake God of War asked calmly, his tone devoid of emotions.

“Would you mind taking off your mask so that I can have a glimpse of your face?” Evelyn asked quickly.

Having posed her question, she stared at the man eagerly.

The false God of War was unresponsive to her request, his only response being a cold and dismissive snort.

Evelyn trembled in shock upon hearing his icy snort.

Feigning calmness, she also gave a cold snort and bit her lip angrily. “If you don't want to show me your face, forget it. Why are you so hostile?”

Tears threatened to escape her eyes as she spun on her heels to leave.

“I can remove my mask as long as you agree to my condition,” the fake God of War said before she could open the door to leave.