19: Stay In A Five-star Hotel!

Stay In A Five-star Hotel!

Looking at the words "divorce certificate," Jordan heaved a long sigh of relief. It felt as if all his pent-up frustration and disgruntlement for the past three years had dissipated.1

"I'm finally no longer a live-in son-in-law."

Jordan walked out of the lawyer's office and couldn't help but be emotional.

His next experience would be a business endeavor, so he had to devote himself to his career!

At this moment, Hailey mocked, "Right, you're no longer a live-in son-in-law, but an abandoned one! That's even more embarrassing than a live-in son-in-law!"

'An abandoned son-in-law?'

'A live-in son-in-law whose wife divorced him?'

'It's up to you to say whatever you want!'

Jordan no longer wanted to say anything to the pragmatic woman who only loved money. He hailed a cab casually and left.

Hailey was indignant. Although she was the one at fault, she still felt that she hadn't scolded her husband enough.

Hailey got into Tyler's car and said, "Tail him and see if he leaves Orlando."

Tyler stepped on the accelerator pedal to catch up to the cab that Jordan was in.

He smiled and said, "He must be leaving Orlando by train. He can no longer make a living in Orlando, and he has no savings either. If he doesn't leave, he won't be able to survive in Orlando."

Hailey also felt that Jordan would probably choose to leave, but because of the gaze in Jordan's eyes, she had a vague feeling that things were not that simple.

While driving, Tyler glanced at the divorce certificate in Hailey's hand and laughed.

"Why is the divorce certificate purple? I thought it was green."

Hailey nodded and said, "It's now purple. That's not too bad. Well, divorce is a joyous occasion for us, isn't it?"

Tyler chuckled and said, "Yes, we should give Jordan a reminder that he's been made a cuckold. Haha."

Hailey laughed and lightly punched Tyler playfully. "You're so mean."

After a few minutes, Tyler suddenly said in puzzlement, "This is not the way to the train station."

Hailey also became doubtful. "Is it the way to the airport?"

Tyler shook his head and said, "No, he's heading to the West Lake area."

Hailey gently pinched her hair and asked. "Is he not planning to leave Orlando?"

Tyler humphed coldly. "He's probably going to check into a hotel room. Don't worry, with our family's connections in the hotel industry, I guarantee that he won't be able to stay in any hotel below four stars!"

"Okay." Hailey just wanted her loser former husband to quickly disappear from Orlando.

After a few more minutes, the cab that Jordan was in finally stopped.

However, the car surprisingly stopped at the most luxurious five-star hotel in Orlando City, the Four Seasons Hotel at West Lake.

However, Tyler and Hailey watched as Jordan alighted from the cab and entered the hotel.

"Damn it! That punk Jordan is here to apply for a job as a waiter!"

Tyler was so furious that he slapped the steering wheel of the BMW.

Hailey was infuriated. "During the banquet just now, we clearly told everyone that we wanted to cut off his means of a livelihood, and yet, he's here for an interview. He clearly doesn't take the Camden family seriously!"

Tyler said in exasperation, "Does this kid not believe in my abilities!?! Just you wait, I'll make a call."

Tyler took out his cell phone, scrolled through the contacts for a while before making a call.

"Hey, Daniel, are you still working as a manager at West Lake Hotel? I have some instructions for you. A punk named Jordan Steele has gone to your hotel to apply for a job, don't accept him. That's all."

After hanging up the phone, Tyler patted his chest and assured, "I'm done giving out instructions. That good-for-nothing Jordan will scramble out immediately."

Hailey praised happily, "You have such a wide network of connections. You know everyone."

Tyler said proudly, "They're just my underlings. They have to thank me for ordering them to do something."

Five minutes later, Tyler decided to call the hotel manager again because Jordan hadn't come out yet.

"Hey, Daniel, how is the matter I told you to handle? Why haven't you chased Jordan out yet? Call the security officers! Oh, if not, call the police!"

Daniel said on the other end of the phone, "Mr. Collins, no one has applied for a job at our hotel. I've asked several colleagues, and they all said so."

"What?" Tyler was confused.

If Jordan did not apply for a job at the West Lake Hotel, what would he go there for?

"Surely Jordan is not… checking into a room, right!?!" Tyler's expression changed immediately.

Hailey was also taken aback. "Impossible! The West Lake Hotel charges at least 1,000 dollars a night, and I've confiscated his bank cards. He only has a few hundred dollars in cash and about 2,000 mobile payment credits."

Tyler said, "Let's go in and take a look."

The two of them alighted and walked to the lobby of the West Lake Hotel.

"Hello Sir and Miss, do you need a place to stay?" the attendant at the front desk asked with a smile.

Tyler asked, "Did a person named Jordan Steele check into a room here just now?"

The attendant answered, "I'm sorry, but this concerns the guest's privacy. We can't disclose it."

"Damn it." Tyler was so infuriated that he yelled in the lobby, "Daniel! Daniel! Get your ass here!"

Daniel, the hotel lobby manager, walked over soon after.

"Mr. Collins." Daniel greeted respectfully.

Tyler said impatiently, "Find out immediately if Jordan Steele is staying here!"

Daniel winked at the attendant, who then finally gave in. "Yes."

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