He turned back to Roy and planted his boot firmly on the young master's broken ribs.
"Aghhh! Stop! Please!"
"You brought a trained killer into my hotel," Rick said, pressing down just enough to make breathing difficult.
"But you are a good for nothing useless spoiled brat."
"Then who else can help you?"
"It must be your dear father... So did you..."
But before Rick could complete his question, Roy already found his scrape goat.
"I will tell you! I will tell you everything!" Roy sobbed, completely broken. "My father is targeting the Peninsula's reputation at the International Culinary Summit next week! The hotel is hosting the entire event!"
Rick tilted his head, still smiling, but his eyes stayed sharp and suspicious, "Go on."
"He has arranged for several high-profile food critics and government health officials to fall mildly ill after the opening banquet!" Roy choked out, words tumbling over each other.
"The nausea and fever will make headlines."
