Love in the Limelight novel Chapter 554

What on earth is that woman doing at this hour, making such a racket?

The noise was getting louder, to the point where Astrid feared the ceiling might come crashing down.

She got up, slipped on her clothes, and went to knock on the door.

After a considerable wait, someone finally shuffled over, grumbling under their breath, "Who is it? Don't kill our vibe."

When the door swung open, a scruffy-looking man stood in the doorway.

His eyes lit up the moment he saw Astrid. "Oh, it's the lovely Miss Astrid. Care to join the party? I'm Darius, here to visit Linda."

Astrid kept her expression cool. "You're disturbing my sleep. Please keep it down."

Darius couldn’t help but feel a tingle of excitement looking at Astrid’s strikingly beautiful face. "Alright, alright. Go on back to bed. I'll make sure they lower the volume."

"Darius, what are you doing dawdling at the door? Get back in here; it's your turn to sing!" Another man's voice called out from inside.

With a lazy lift of her gaze, Astrid turned to leave without another word.

But once back in her room, the music not only persisted, it seemed to get even louder.

Frustrated, Astrid sat up and called Chad.

Chad, in the middle of a deep sleep, was jolted awake by the ringing phone. He muttered irritably, "Who the hell is disturbing my sleep at this ungodly hour?"

But the moment he squinted at the screen and saw Astrid's name, he answered immediately, "Chief, what's wrong? Calling this late, is it something urgent?"

Just as Linda managed to fall asleep, the awful drilling noise reverberated through the floor, as if threatening to shake the foundations apart.

After a sleepless night, Linda was on the verge of a meltdown. She stormed downstairs to bang on doors, but no one answered, so she went to the hotel front desk. "Is your hotel undergoing renovations?"

The receptionist replied, "Yes, ma’am. We’re replacing some faulty air conditioning units. We assumed the film crew had left for the set, so we started work. We didn’t realize you were resting; we’re truly sorry for the inconvenience."

The staff’s politeness left Linda with little room for anger, so she asked, "Could you please stop the work below my room? I didn’t sleep well last night, and I need rest before shooting this afternoon."

"Of course, I’ll see to it right away. Please go back and rest," the receptionist assured her.

Relieved, Linda returned to her room, finally greeted by silence.

As sleepiness crept over her, the booming sound of music erupted from the adjacent room. It was a blaring medley of dance hits, "You're my little apple, I love you endlessly..."