WE Hotel is not far from the city center.
Scott Harris had been following her anxiously ever since she got out of the car, wanting to say sothing several tis but ultimately deciding against it.
Enna Clark rode the elevator all the way up to the top floor.
The Presidential Suite is usually on the top floor. With a ding, the elevator doors opened, and Enna Clark calmly walked out.
It was too easy to determine which room Miranda Lewis was staying in.
Because outside Miranda’s room stood two n in suits who looked like staff, keeping watch.
As Enna Clark approached, the two n initially looked at her warily. When they saw she was indeed coming toward them, they imdiately extended their arms to block her, "Miss, sorry, this room does not allow visitors."
"Ahem." Scott Harris, who was following behind Enna Clark, coughed lightly.
The two hotel staff noticed him. "Mr. Harris?"
"This is the Young Madam," Scott Harris introduced Enna Clark to them.
The two hotel staff were stunned, exchanging glances. In each other’s eyes, they saw the words ’bad luck.’
They knew all too well who was staying in the Presidential Suite.
Now the main party had shown up, could this be the infamous catch-the-mistress drama?
What puzzled them the most was why Mr. Harris from Young Master Lawrence’s side would be here following along. Could it be that Young Master Lawrence also knew that the Young Madam was here?
"Hello, Young Madam." Although waves of shock were surging in their hearts, they greeted Enna Clark with respect.
"Is the Young Madam going in?" one of the staff asked cautiously.
Enna Clark nodded, "Yes. Sorry to trouble you."
The two hastily responded, "No trouble at all..."
Stepping aside.
Enna Clark walked up to the door, pressed down on the handle, and opened it.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, she said to Scott Harris without turning her head, "Mr. Harris, wait for outside. I’ll be out soon."
"But Young Madam..."
"Don’t worry, I’ll take care of myself."
Having said this much, Scott Harris couldn’t insist on following, so he could only anxiously remind her, "I’ll be right outside waiting for you, Young Madam. If you need anything, just call out, and I’ll co in imdiately."
"Okay, thank you."
Enna Clark turned and went inside.
Once she entered, Scott Harris, still uneasy, took out his phone and sent a text ssage to Baron Lawrence. Then he stood alert at the door, ready to rush in at any mont—
...
In reality, the atmosphere inside the room was not as tense as he imagined.
When Enna Clark entered, Miranda Lewis, dressed in a beautiful evening gown, was flitting around the Presidential Suite like a butterfly, making coffee.
Seeing her enter, Miranda imdiately greeted her, "You ca?"
"Have a seat."
Enna Clark sat down, and Miranda brought over the freshly brewed coffee, placing the cup elegantly in front of Enna. She then sat opposite Enna, sipping her own cup with enjoynt, and said with a sweet smile, "I heard this coffee is specially made by the brand VIVIDE and can’t be tasted anywhere else. Try it; it really tastes great. Exclusive customization is truly different."
VIVIDE is the luxury brand of the coffee world, with the price of a single package comparable to that of a Chanel handbag. This coffee, costing tens of thousands, is Baron Lawrence’s preferred brand.
And this ultra-luxury coffee brand customizes exclusively for only one person globally, and that is—Baron Lawrence!
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