The entrance to the banquet hall and the lounge were separated by a not too short, not too long distance.
Perhaps it was out of guilt, but Evelyn Sherman's footsteps were particularly fast.
All the way there, she didn't even dare to lift her head.
Barely avoiding the crowd, she silently found the entrance to the floor where the lounge was located.
Once on the second floor, she walked deep into the corridor, and only when she reached the very end did she suddenly come to her senses.
She looked back at the lounge behind her and stood dumbly in the corridor.
In front of her, a row of identical room doors with no room numbers, how was she supposed to know which room Chester Yale was in?
No, if she couldn't find Chester Yale's room, then others wouldn't be able to either.
She had worried Chester would be unable to resist temptation after merely listening to a few idle remarks, she was clearly overthinking things...
