A sudden rush of adrenaline wasted through her veins at the moment when Louise hurriedly walked down the lobby to the secret room the staff pointed into. Zella was on her mask, and she didn't even dare to remove it. The people gossiped around, and didn't have a single idea the president of Idris was right at that small motel, resting for a little while.
"How come an influential woman like her was in this motel when she can have a lavish life at an extravagant hotel?" One of the tenants retrieved her personal belongings and placed it at the front of her chest. Zella was thinking the same thing.
How can a president like her deal with the mess of a poor sector when she can have a solo room from the outer city? That was quite suspicious. Zella stayed silent right there, massaging her chest, and the pain has gone after a minute.
