Vera Wave turned her face and saw the hotel lobby entrance.
A crowd of people, so carrying camcorders, so holding DSLRs, all of them staring eagerly at the hotel lobby.
"Hmph!" Among the crowd, Anabel Wilton snorted lightly. "It serves him right for being ruined. If you don’t cherish your own reputation, who else can you bla?"
"I couldn’t agree more," Vera Wave chid in. "I despise n like that."
Upon hearing her voice, Irene Spencer, who was waiting in the car by the window, abruptly turned her head. When she saw Vera Wave standing in the crowd holding a large bag, surprise imdiately flashed in her eyes.
How...how could she be here?!
At this mont, Anabel Wilton also noticed Vera Wave, her eyes also filled with confusion.
"Lucy!" From inside the car, Irene Spencer’s annoyed voice called out.
Anabel Wilton hurried to the car. "Spencer."
Irene Spencer demanded in a low voice, "What in the world is going on?"
"I... I don’t know either!" Anabel Wilton was also completely baffled. "Yesterday, I heard her clearly say Room 1503. I even went to Reception to ask specifically, and they said Room 1503 was booked. How... how did she not go?!"
Noticing soone approaching, Irene Spencer imdiately shushed her.
"Shut up!"
Glancing at Vera Wave, and then noticing a light flash in the car’s rearview mirror, she turned to look out towards the hotel entrance.
She saw a blue sports car making a U-turn at the hotel entrance. In Imperial City, there were no more than three cars of that kind. That ostentatious, gemstone blue color—it definitely belonged to Kris Cooper.
He actually ca back early? This ans... the person Vera Wave went to see really was him.
Irene Spencer’s heart tightened. Watching Kris Cooper’s car drive away, she grabbed Anabel Wilton’s arm.
"Get rid of the SIM card you just used for the report imdiately! And you are never to use it again, understand?"
If Kris Cooper found out about this, her fate would definitely be worse than Maggie Clarke’s.
"I understand. I’ll throw it away in a bit," Anabel Wilton hurriedly responded.
Irene Spencer’s gaze returned to Vera Wave. Her fingers, resting on the car window fra, tightened bit by bit.
She hadn’t been entirely sure about Kris Cooper and Vera Wave’s relationship before, but now she was quite certain that Kris Cooper himself had brought Vera Wave back.
She had painstakingly maneuvered for so many years just to get close to Kris Cooper, yet all she had managed was to beco his friend.
Yet this chit of a girl returns just like that, and imdiately she has his favor. It’s so unfair!
She would absolutely not allow it!
There was a commotion at the lobby exit.
Several police officers walked out of the hall with annoyed expressions. The senior officer leading them, his face flush with anger, declared, "Go back and find out exactly who that informant was! Filing a false report is illegal and must be severely punished!"
Called out in the middle of the night to arrest soone, only to find nothing after searching the entire fifteenth floor—his current mood was, understandably, foul.
"Officer, sir, can you tell us what’s going on upstairs?"
"Yeah, can you tell us who was involved in prostitution?"
...
As soon as the officers erged, the journalists sward them.
"No comnt."
The officers, clearly displeased, pushed through the crowd, got into their police cars, and drove off.
Just then, Director Song also erged from the hall. Seeing everyone gawking at the scene, he imdiately began to curse angrily.
"What do you think you’re doing? Don’t you want to work anymore? Get to the set, now!"
Everyone hurriedly scrambled into their vehicles and rushed to the set to prepare for filming.
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