She hung up and attempted a smile that looked more like a grimace. "Mr. Lu will see you now. If you follow me, I'll escort you to the executive floor."
"All of us," Shuyin said, gesturing to her entire group. "Every single one of us."
The receptionist's eyes darted to Tank, Blade, and Razor, the people she'd dismissed less than two hours ago, and realization dawned with visible horror.
"Of... of course. All of you. This way, please."
She came around the desk on unsteady legs, gesturing toward the bank of elevators.
As they walked across the lobby, heads turned. Whispers spread. People recognized Shuyin from the news, from social media, from the scandal that had briefly dominated entertainment circles.
That's her. That's Lu Zeyan's ex.
What's she doing here?
Who are those people with her?
Is that silver-haired girl.....
