'Lolita knows the owner of this hotel?'
With her eyes opened wide like saucers, Gabrielle almost choked on the air, hearing Lolita's mountainous words crashing down on her.
'How come she knows him? And how can she manage to say it out loud?!' Gabrielle's bones chilled with even the thought of it. 'God! Isn't she scared of getting punched if she got exposed?'
"Lolita," Gabrielle whispered, pulling Lolita by her arm. "Let's not grab attention. Why don't we just stop talking about it?"
What Lolita just bragged about was no joke the way she was boasting it out casually. It could get her into problems, the worst of which was getting killed.
Gabrielle had never seen the hotel, let alone hear of its boss. It was their first-ever visit to this place. So believing in Lolita's words was hard for Gabrielle. She couldn't imagine what others might be thinking.
"No, Gabrielle. We don't need to stop talking, not at least about it and not at least at this very moment. Let me get this in their brains that I don't just know somebody from this place, but the boss, the owner of the Hotel Flower Valley!" Lolita's tone was almost announcing, wasting Gabrielle's idea of keeping her low.
Gabrielle could feel that the words slipping out of Lolita's mouth were full of unrestrained anger, and this didn't make her happy at the least.
'If she's going to rumble like this, then we surely will have the safest trip tonight!' Gabrielle scoffed inwardly.
Right at that very moment, the twist in plans charged Gabrielle to take the right step. Getting inside the hotel tonight wasn't important anymore. What mattered more now was for her to take Lolita out of the scene for her safety because Lolita's mouth was acting like a ticking bomb, trying to escape all the ridiculous words at once.
"Hey. How about we visit here some other time, huh? Let's leave for now." Being under the continuous evaluating stare of those women around them was irking Gabrielle to her limits. She gently grabbed Lolita's hand.
'What the hell did Vivian want?! If she didn't want us inside, she shouldn't have asked us to come at all. There are no ethics to call someone and then humiliate them like this!
Of course, her plan of screwing us tonight isn't failing at all.
She's such a toxic planner!'
"Come on, Gabrielle. Don't say that. We're already here. We can't just leave without going inside." Lolita grabbed her phone and started searching for a contact to call.
Gabrielle felt disrespected standing at the door and not being asked inside. So she pulled out her phone too and texted Westley.
'Can you let me and Lolita inside the Hotel Flower Valley? Is there a way?'
Right within a minute, Gabrielle's phone beeped with Westley's brief incoming reply.
'Wait there. The manager will pick you up.'
As relief settled on her shoulders, Gabrielle pulled Lolita aside to talk. "We have a way to get inside, Lolita. Just wait for a bit."
"Nope! We're going inside right away." Brightly smiling at Gabrielle's face, Lolita's eyes sparked with excitement.
"What do you mean?" Gabrielle looked at Lolita in confusion.
"You fucking yokels! Stop trying to be some chic." One of the women said, "Apologize! If you do, I might reconsider letting you in. Otherwise, get lost."
On the edge of her anger, Lolita mocked in a calculated tone, "How can we apologize to you? I am afraid you don't fall in the list in front of whom we kneel, and that includes immortals and our parents." A cruel smirk appeared on Lolita's lips. "And oh, I almost forgot, the dead are also included in that list. Now, with your makeup and plastic deformed faces, neither are you immortal nor our parents. So, would you mind accepting the title of corpses?" Lolita raised her eyebrows with a clear bored expression on her face even though she was fuming deep within.
Gabrielle was taken aback by the way Lolita was reacting. Throughout her time spent with Lolita, she had never seen her even in the slightest form of rage. In fact, Lolita shared a very gentle and lovely aura in the company.
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