In the surveillance screen, Evelyn Sherman's smile had disappeared, and her petite body was nestled next to Grace Yakov's door.
She looked like a child abandoned by her family...
A stifling feeling suddenly pressed down on his chest, but he could only endure it.
Just when Chester Yale's self-control was on the verge of collapsing, Grace Yakov's room door suddenly opened from the inside.
She didn't know what she had said to Evelyn, but she slightly turned her body, allowing Evelyn to follow her into the room.
"Mr. Chester, am I seeing things? Grace Yakov actually let Miss Sherman into her room?" Mr. Gomez suddenly widened his eyes and rushed in front of the surveillance camera in disbelief.
"..." Chester Yale pressed his thin lips together, not speaking, but his gaze on the surveillance camera grew even more intense.
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In the hotel room.
Evelyn Sherman watched Grace Yakov standing in front of the table, making tea, feeling somewhat at a loss.
