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Since it was already nighttime, they all headed to the hotel. Grandiose was flaunted all over the place.
Zeirenne gazed at the golden chandeliers above before noticing the wall-to-wall paintings. Just from a single glance, she knew Miura Takumi owned this hotel. The whole place showed his unique description of artistry and luxury.
Unlike the executives who requested to eat inside their own rooms, Zeirenne and her supportive doctor had to accompany Miura Takumi in his meal. They entered a huge dining hall with rows of tables meters apart from each other. In the middle, there was even a ballroom. The people eating inside wore extravagant clothing. But she didn't really notice the wardrobe—just the food.
To her demise, she sat in front of the table with an empty plate. Once again, she was left drooling over sumptuous feast served in front.
