Grace had her long hair down, completely wrapped in Ronald’s oversized trench coat, which made her look even more petite and fragile. Her eyes were red, like she'd been crying, and she was clutching a white purse tightly in her hands, biting her lip as she looked at me.
Wait—Ronald actually brought Grace back to the hotel?
I was a bit stunned, but quickly snapped out of it. “Come in, quick.”
Ronald gave me a strange look, lips pressed together, but he didn’t say anything. He just led Grace into the presidential suite.
That’s when I noticed another girl following them—a petite girl with a sharp, clean-cut look. Her clothes were messy, and there were scrapes on her hands. She gave me a cold glance, then walked past me into the room.
I frowned slightly but didn’t think much o
