Lucy Eaton never expected that after Jacob Green entered the presidential suite, he would lock the bedroom door from the inside and sleep leaning against it all night.
For some reason, seeing this scene, Lucy suddenly felt like laughing.
The knots in her mood vanished without a trace.
As for the girl who was persistently knocking on the door outside, no matter how hard she called, Jacob never opened the door for her.
So she sat on the sofa all night.
"Who is she? Why are your subordinates so relaxed around her?"
"They mistook her for you, thought she was my girlfriend. This girl is Frederick Palmer's sister, Flora Palmer."
"Flora…" Lucy murmured her name, "Never heard of her."
Indeed, whether in the past life or this one, this was the first time she heard this name.
The daughters of wealthy families rarely make headlines; unless there's major news, they don't usually appear in the news.
