Upon arriving at the hotel, Arabella Vanderbilt and the others received their room cards.
"I'm in 1208. Young Master Benett, which room are you in?" Arabella glanced at the room card in her hand and asked Rowan Benett nonchalantly.
"I'm in 1606."
"Hmm. Good, we're not too far apart!"
Rowan Benett quickly wrapped his arms around himself, looking at her defensively, "Arabella, what do you intend to do to me?"
"Invite you to play cards. Get a few female classmates, and I'll come to your room at eleven! Play for half an hour and then go to sleep."
Arabella said this while taking Isabella Harrison from the waiter's hands.
"Only half an hour?!" What's so fun about half an hour, Rowan Benett grumbled discontentedly.
"Just half an hour," Arabella's tone left no room for doubt.
When she looked up again, the waiter had quickly turned and run away.
A subtle movement flickered across Arabella's brow.
