When Arabella Vanderbilt arrived at the front desk, Febriana Clemens handed her two bottles of water she'd prepared in advance, casually saying:
"President Vanderbilt, the guest in room 1613 said they can't turn on the TV. Could you help with that when you go up?"
Arabella didn't take the two bottles of water, just nodded lightly.
"Alright."
The colleague next to Febriana was standing in front of the computer, glanced at it, and mumbled in confusion:
"Isn't 1613 Mr. Summer and his little niece? They've been here at least a dozen times; how could they not know how to turn on the TV?"
Arabella's eyebrow slightly moved, "Mr. Summer?"
The colleague looked around and nodded mysteriously towards Arabella.
Right, it's a well-known secret in the company! He's the father of that somewhat famous arm-candy actress, Selena Summer. Who knows when he got involved with his wife's own niece! Seriously... the rich do know how to have fun, and dare to do anything, even with their own niece..."
