The wealthy second generations and the paparazzi here were also beginning to sense that something was increasingly off.
To figure out what exactly was happening, they each bribed the lobby manager and followed all the way to the front of the room.
On the left were the wealthy heirs, and on the right were the paparazzi.
Separated by a door, they glared at each other, dumbfounded.
At this point, they no longer cared about the others, and began pressing their ears against the door crack, listening to the sounds inside.
Just like that, more than a dozen heads were crowded around the door crack, forming more than half a circle.
Their stance resembled the colorful balloons that hang in front of newlyweds' doors.
They were anxious.
Their expressions were ones of pain.
None of them wanted things to develop in the direction they dreaded.
Yet, everything that was happening seemed to confirm the very direction they didn't wish for.
Inside the room.
