The Overworked Beta and the Paranoid Alpha 76

Chapter 76: Bro, How Did You Get So Handsome?

Anyway, he had quieted down. Wen En couldn’t be bothered with him. Wen En put on the voice changer on his neck, and then put a micro Bluetooth earpiece in his ear canal. This tool was convenient for keeping in touch with Della.

Just then, RV had just changed into the Sailboat Hotel’s waiter uniform. He would go upstairs with Wen En to bring the other Scotch down.

RV said to Della, “You keep an eye on the surveillance for us.”

“Understood,” Della said.

Wen En and RV walked to the elevator and pressed the up button. After the elevator doors opened, the two walked in. Della, as a “waiter,” took out the Sailboat Hotel’s work card, swiped it, and then pressed the button for the 175th floor.

Soon, the elevator reached the 175th floor. Before the elevator opened, a strong smell of cigarettes mixed with liquor seeped in from the door crack, like a pillow, straight into Wen En’s nasal cavity. When the elevator doors opened, the smell was like a basin of water being poured directly on Wen En’s face.

Wen En frowned. After all, he hated the smell of smoke. But his brows soon relaxed, because he couldn’t do anything that didn’t fit Scotch’s image. The real Scotch didn’t mind smoke or alcohol. His body was already steeped in the smell of cigarettes, and he wouldn’t show any resistance to secondhand smoke.

Wen En kept his expression steady and stepped out of the elevator.

Just as he and RV got out of the elevator, they heard the sound of fighting and screaming from the right side. Wen En subconsciously became alert. Could it be a brawl?

However, things were not as simple as he had imagined. He subconsciously turned his head to the right and saw a bare ass.

Wen En: ???

It turned out to be an almost naked Alpha, holding an Omega, doing something indescribable. It was just that the Omega’s sounds were too exaggerated. Wen En had thought he was being beaten—in a way, he was indeed being “beaten,” just not the kind of beating Wen En had thought.

Wen En’s expression did not change. Although he had already cursed the two creatures, Alpha and Omega, who would go into heat at any time, in any place, hundreds of times in his heart, he looked away with a blank expression. He happened to see RV, who had also heard the commotion, and seemed to be curiously turning his head to see what was happening.

“Don’t look over there,” Wen En said. “If you don’t want to go blind.”

RV’s turning neck instantly froze. Since Wen En had reminded him, it meant that there must be something unbearable and without a bottom line over there. It was a well-known fact that RV’s greatest strength was listening to advice. He tried his best to suppress the curiosity in his heart and turned his head back.

Then, a high-pitched scream came from that direction.

Uh… at least this time it didn’t sound like a scream of being beaten.

“…Thank you for the reminder,” RV, as a married Alpha male, naturally understood what was going on over there in a second. Even without seeing it with his own eyes, RV felt extremely awkward.

“You’re welcome,” Wen En said. They ignored this awkward interlude and continued to look for their target.

Soon, they found the other Scotch brother on the sofa in a room on the second floor.

The little Scotch’s face was flushed. He was collapsed on the sofa, sleeping soundly. He was holding a bottle of wine in his arms, and a disheveled Omega was leaning against him, also sleeping soundly.

Wen En lifted the sleeping Omega off the little Scotch like he was lifting a quilt. Then, he raised his hand and slapped the little Scotch’s face twice.

“Ugh? What happened?”

The slap was very effective in waking him up. The little Scotch opened his eyes with confusion and said blankly. His eyes were still glazed over, and it was clear that he was not completely sober.

In the dim light, he glanced at Della, then at Wen En, who was disguised as his brother, the big Scotch. He didn’t seem to notice anything unusual.

RV recalled the prepared lines and said, “The manager of our hotel would like to talk to you about a business cooperation and invites you for a cup of sobering coffee.”

“Cooperation?” The little Scotch rubbed the side of his head, which was aching from excessive alcohol consumption, and looked at Wen En, who was playing the big Scotch. “Ayo bro, do you know what’s going on?”

“The Sailboat Hotel is willing to give us a large sum of money for publicity, and let us shoot a video for them as an advertisement,” then, Wen En said an eight-figure number.

Hearing this number, the little Scotch’s eyes went straight. “Shit bro, that sounds great.”

“Yes, that’s right. That’s why I came to ask you to go downstairs with me to have coffee with the manager and talk about the specific cooperation process,” Wen En said.

Wen En’s disguise was actually quite obvious. The appearance and voice of the “big Scotch” he was pretending to be were exactly the same as the real big Scotch, but his tone of voice was very steady and his logic was clear. He didn’t sound like he was drunk. If the little Scotch’s brain had not been numbed by alcohol at this moment, he would have definitely noticed that something was wrong with the big Scotch in front of him.

Unfortunately, he had made the same mistake as the big Scotch. His cognitive ability had been numbed by alcohol, and he had lost the ability to think deeply and have insight. So he stood up without any suspicion and said without any defense, “OAKY, I see. I’ll go now.”

“Hiss—” the little Scotch clutched his temple, his eyebrows twisted together. “This damn vodka is giving me a headache. I’ll need a triple shot of espresso in my coffee later.”

“Of course, as you wish,” seeing that the little Scotch was a little wobbly, Wen En reached out and supported him with his strong arm.

“Wow, bro, have you been working out?”

The little Scotch was shocked by Wen En’s strength. In the memories stored in his smooth brain, which had been eroded by nicotine, alcohol, and some unspeakable drugs, he remembered that his brother was not that strong. Although he and his brother were both Alphas.

“I’ve been thinking about it,” Wen En said. “Because I don’t want to be impotent in my middle age.”

“That’s not a problem, bro. I know a guy who can provide a medicine that can make you last longer,” the little Scotch said.

“Yeah, that’s not a problem,” Wen En replied. Wen En had heard rumors of the little Scotch’s drug abuse.

“Bro, listen to me. Remember that Omega? After I took this medicine…” at this point, the little Scotch started to ramble on like a floodgate. Wen En couldn’t even get a word in and was forced to listen to the little Scotch’s stories of his sex life with some unknown Omega.

…No, this is really annoying. Della, who was pretending to be a staff member and leading the way in front of them, remained expressionless. Heaven knows how much she wanted to stuff a wine cork into the little Scotch’s mouth.

Fortunately, they soon reached the elevator again. Although the little Scotch had no intention of shutting up, when they reached the 174th floor, Wen En had plenty of ways to make him shut up.

Just then, Della’s somewhat urgent voice came from the earpiece, “Wait a minute.”

Wen En’s body paused. What’s wrong? He looked at RV with a confused expression, and RV also looked at him with the same expression.

“I saw Qiuyue,” Della’s voice echoed in the earpiece.

“Qiuyue?” Wen En was surprised and said in a low voice.

“Bro, what did you say? I didn’t hear you clearly,” the little Scotch said.

“I said, where should we go for vacation in the autumn,” Wen En changed the subject.

“If you ask me, I still prefer to have a party on an island. Bro, let’s go to the beach for vacation. Speaking of which, I had a romantic encounter with an Omega on XX island once…” the little Scotch started to ramble on about his romantic encounters at the beach.

Wen En was not paying attention to his romantic encounters at all. His focus was on listening to Della’s voice in the Bluetooth earpiece:

“Yes, Qiuyue,” Della’s fingers were frantically tapping on the keyboard. “He’s on the first floor of the hotel. I just checked the hotel’s reservation system. He seems to have already checked in. He didn’t book a VIP presidential suite, but the most ordinary single room. His room is on the 50th floor, room number 5011.”

Why was Qiuyue here? This was a question worth pondering. But now the main task was to bring the little Scotch back to the 174th floor. The rest could be discussed later. Wen En thought and pressed the down button of the elevator.

But Della suddenly said, “Something’s not right.”

“After Qiuyue got into the elevator, he didn’t go to his room on the 50th floor, but pressed the button for the 175th floor,” Della said. “Wait, how could he press the button for the VIP presidential suite without a room card??”

Soon, Della enlarged the surveillance and saw the room card in Qiuyue’s hand. She had a guess in her mind, but to verify it, she entered the hotel system’s elevator records and found the reason. The records showed that in the batch of elevators that Qiuyue had just taken, there was a swipe record of an internal special work card of a hotel cleaning staff.

Della didn’t know why Qiuyue also had an employee work card. Perhaps he had bought it from a hotel cleaner, or he had stolen some unlucky cleaner’s work card. Della could only be sure of one thing: she didn’t have the time to trace the source now.

Even with the electronic disguise mask, Wen En’s face couldn’t help but darken. But it was still almost a week before the external investment conference of Joseph Hall Biotechnology. Why would Qiuyue suddenly want to meet with the Scotch brothers?

“I’ve set up a program to make the elevator Qiuyue is on stop at the 50th floor. After Qiuyue leaves the 50th floor, I’ll let the elevator go to the 175th floor to pick you up,” Della said.

Wen En expressed his agreement with Della’s operation with silence. That was the only way.

Fortunately, Della did not make them wait for long. Ten minutes later, the elevator that had been stopped on the fiftieth floor finally arrived at the 175th floor.

“Ding—”

The elevator opened. There was no one inside, only the reflection of Wen En’s figure in the elevator’s mirror.

“The elevator is so slow today,” the little Scotch complained without any suspicion.

Wen En did not deny it. If only Peter and Qiuyue’s minds were also so slow, it would have saved a lot of trouble. “Get in,” Wen En said.

“Ding—” After the few of them got in, the elevator doors quickly closed.

In a few seconds, the elevator doors opened again.

“We’re here so soon?” the little Scotch said in a daze. He opened his red eyes, which were red from drinking too much alcohol in a short period of time, and said, “Is this the 174th floor?”

“This is it,” Wen En said.

The little Scotch finally realized that something was wrong. He looked at the screen embroidered with a traveler walking in the center of the desert and shouted, “This is definitely not the hotel manager’s office or some tea room.”

He suddenly looked at the “big Scotch.” He saw that his brother, at some point, had changed from a greasy Alpha with a slight beer belly to a man with broad shoulders and a tight waistline. Most importantly, the little Scotch did not smell any of the big Scotch’s pheromones on this person.

“You’re not my bro! Who the hell are you!!” the little Scotch said angrily.

Soon, a hard object was suddenly pressed against the little Scotch’s temple. The little Scotch swallowed. He could, of course, guess what that thing was. If he was not careful, that thing could blow his head off.

It was that damn hotel staff. This damn staff had actually colluded with others to deceive him. The little Scotch cursed the entire staff of the Sailboat Hotel and the upper-level shareholders and directors hundreds of times in his heart. This was such a rip-off. If he could get out of this damn hotel alive, he would definitely make a video to complain about the hotel’s damage to his personal safety as a consumer.

“We are interstellar police officers,” the hotel staff said. “Mr. Scotch, please come with us. We have something to ask you.”