Vera Wave turned her face and saw the hotel lobby entrance.
A crowd of people, some carrying camcorders, some 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 blame?"
"I couldn't agree more," Vera Wave chimed in. "I despise men 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 immediately flashed in her eyes.
How...how could she be here?!
At this moment, 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?"
