Dauntless God Of War

Chapter 379

Before Marilyn could explain the situation, the manager uttered, “Mrs. Stones, the employees of Paradise Hotel are all very responsible. Since these two individuals could get into the hotel and arrive on the sixty-sixth floor, our staff members had already given them clearance. Besides, Paradise Hotel prioritizes the consumers. In the event that these two individuals had sneaked in without invitation cards, we would punish the employee who had been careless with their job.”

To Marilyn's surprise, the manager did not even bother asking Harold and her to show their invitation cards. This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

“But—” Sylvena wanted to make a case, but the manager interrupted her speech.

“I think everyone here is a member of Paradise Hotel, and I bet everyone here is eager to find out what is on the sixty-sixth floor. After all, we have never opened it to the public. Now, let us find out what is inside!”

With that, the manager ignored Sylvena, walked up to a futuristic door, scanned his corneas on the monitor, and opened the door.

Sylvena was utterly embarrassed when the manager ignored her. She felt even more upset when she saw the smug look on Marilyn's face.

However, she could do nothing about it other than complain to her husband, Ewan. She was asking him to get Harold and Marilyn kicked out.

At that time, no one was interested in what she was trying to do. Instead, everyone was looking forward to finding out what exactly was on the sixty-sixth floor.

When they saw the futuristic door, they were all expecting to see a room filled with high-tech gadgets.

After the futuristic door was opened, however, everyone was stunned by the scene before their eyes.

There was another door inside.

Moreover, there was a world of difference between the door before their eyes and the futuristic door.

The door they were looking at was an old wooden door that looked like one of the doors of those dilapidated houses in the slums.

Compared to the technologically advanced door, this wooden door looked as though it had been there for ages.

“What?”

Everyone at the scene was looking at the manager in bafflement.

Meanwhile, Harold was just as taken aback as the others. However, he did not look confused. Instead, he was tearing up. I know that door!

Memories from when he ran away from home and made a living for himself came rushing back at once.

That door belonged to the house he, Quintus, and Quintus' sister had rented in the slums back then.

Upon seeing that door, Harold could not help imagining what was hidden behind it.

“Calm down, everyone. I will open the door soon.” The manager looked at the puzzled crowd, took out another old-fashioned key, and prepared to open the old wooden door.

Right when the manager was about to open the door, Harold suddenly said, “Let me do it!”

The manager turned toward Harold and hesitated.

While the manager was still hesitating, Harold took the key off the manager's grip.

After taking the long-lost key, Harold felt a sense of nostalgia, and he unlocked the door deftly.

Right then, a familiar damp smell invaded his nose, and Harold took a deep breath before pushing the door open and walking in.

It was a house with two bedrooms and a living room. In the living room, there was an old color television, a couch with a lot of its surface peeling off, a small table, and a few small benches.

The items inside were all old and used, and one could definitely feel as though they had entered a house in the slums.

Even so, the living room was kept tidy.

One of the rooms inside obviously belonged to a girl due to how well-organized it was. On the other hand, the room next to it had things strewn across the place.

Upon seeing what was before his eyes, Harold could not help touching everything in the house. Everything here looks exactly like the shabby house we used to live in. Did Quintus move all the things we had in the shabby house here? Even the walls are constructed based on the ones we had in the old house. Heck, even the cracks in the walls are the same! That tidy room belonged to Quintus' sister, and Quintus and I used to stay in that messy room! Although his sister would always help us tidy up our room, we would mess everything up within a day.

That familiar scent reminded Harold of the past and the urge to work hard and prove his worth to everyone.

To him, those were the times his life was filled with passion and emotions.

“Is this all the sixty-sixth has to offer? The scene of an old house?” someone asked the manager in a confused tone.