She pretended to look around, but the smile on her face grew more awkward.
From Laurence’s look, Andrew knew that “he” didn’t take any luggage. Instead of blaming Laurence, he smiled, took a card from his purse, and handed it to “him”.
“Buy some clothes and book a presidential suite for yourself.”
Laurence took over the card and nodded.
It was a black card, which meant a high limit it had.
Andrew took his trunk and walked straight. Laurence followed up and grabbed his hand. When she raised her head, there was confusion in her eyes.
“Where are you going, Andrew?”
Andrew withdrew his hand and continue to walk.
“Hotel.”
It was his answer.
Laurence followed behind him and got off the plane. Someone was already waiting there. He came up and took the trunk from Andrew.
“Nice to
