The sun had completely set by the time they arrived at the hotel and Scarlett got out of the car, eyes glued to the top of the towering building where a lit up sign in block letters was hung. It read, HAVERTON'S and she turned to Jean with a brow raised.
"Your hotel?"
Jean closed the car door and handed the keys over to a valet who had come running the moment they'd parked. "One of my hotels." He answered simply and walked over to her side, took her hand in his and then began walking up the stairs.
"Okay, mister billionaire." Scarlett rolled her eyes playfully and Jean looked over at her, unable to stop the laugh that bubbled past his lips.
Three staff members, consisting of a man and two women were waiting by the door and they greeted with short bows the moment Jean and Scarlett walked in.
