Mr. Shi said, "Alva, this isn't a good idea. You're selling your teacher."
Alva shrugged. "I know, that was what I told my principal too, but my principal said not to worry. Even if we sell her, she will still be the one to call the shots."
Mr. Shi was speechless at her arrogance.
...
When Lu Ning reached the 19th floor, she looked around in bewilderment. Mr. Shi and Alva must be mistaken. This place looked even more luxurious than the presidential suite on the 18th floor. There were elegant champagne-gold crystal chandeliers, pure hand-made wool carpets, and the paintings on the walls were worth millions. How could this be where the junior suites were? This seemed more expensive than the 18th floor.
The thing was that she did not even know her room number. Alva just sent her up but did not tell her which room she was staying in. Was she supposed to sleep in the corridor?
