Miss Scott, who received a response from the front desk, walked away from the desk with a faint smile of satisfaction.
"Why did she ask that?"
The girl next to her asked, puzzled.
The receptionist shrugged, "I don't know."
"But speaking of which, who exactly is this Miss Scott—"
"What are you talking about?"
A low, calm voice came from the side, causing the two to pause and look back, only to see Omar Woods, impeccably dressed in a suit.
"Manager Woods."
"Manager Woods."
The two exchanged a glance, smiling as they greeted Omar Woods, their curved eyes sparkling like shining stars.
"Which Miss Scott?" Omar Woods's expression grew a bit more serious.
The receptionist who responded to Miss Scott immediately explained, "A lady just came by asking if there was a Miss Scott who could get free meals at Virtue Retreat, so we had a brief chat."
Omar Woods frowned, "Why did she ask that?"
The receptionist was stunned, "I didn't ask that."
"Go check which private room she's in."
