With that in mind, she should be quite qualified.
Upon thinking this, Norris Moore closed her eyes and laughed softly, feeling a mixture of desolation and embarrassment in her heart.
*
"Mr. Smith."
In the luxurious hotel, Trenton Smith was called by a cheerful female voice.
Turning his head, he saw a young woman with short, neat hair leading a hesitant Sherry White toward him.
"What a coincidence," the short-haired woman smiled. She was thin and tall, and her laughter was full of charisma – she had the aura of a big sister. "I didn't expect to run into you and Miss Moore here. How about having dinner together?"
"Angela, don't do this," Sherry White said with an embarrassed face, pulling Angela Banks' hand. "Didn't we say we were going to eat Northwestern cuisine? They don't sell it here."
