They arrived in Flor 18 hours later. Shirley stood beside Zacharias, and they were given a warm welcome. Roy and six of his men stayed around Zacharias closely, watching the surroundings. They were led to the Royal Hotel, a place where VIPs stayed. Zacharias had a suite, and Shirley was waiting for Freddie to give her the card for the room. A while later, Freddie gave her the card, and he said, “Miss Lloyd, this is the key to your and Mr. Flintstone’s room. Keep it close.” Shirley’s eyes went wide. “What? Mr. Flintstone and I are sharing a room?” “Yes. It is his request.” Freddie smiled. Shirley looked at him and nodded awkwardly. “I see. Shirley pushed her luggage into Zacharias’ room. When she came in, Zacharias was on the couch, making a call. He then pointed at a guest room, telling Shirley that that was her room.
Shirley took her luggage into the room. Since they would be staying for a week or longer, she opened up her luggage and unpacked it, and then she hung the clothes.
When she was done unpacking her luggage, she saw Zacharias” luggage still in the living quarters, so she took them into her room and was going to sort it out for him.
Zacharias was done making his call, and he came into the room. “You’re going to sort it out for me?” “Yes. Open these up, please. I don’t have the passcode,” said Shirley.
Zacharias crouched down and opened up the suitcases. There were clothes and necessities inside. Shirley thought he was good at packing his things, unlike most guys who would only stuff their belongings without a care in the world. She took his clothes out and hung them.
Zacharias pointed at one of the underpants. “You gave me these.” Shirley looked at the underpants. “I gave you a necktie. This was from the retail assistant.” “But to me, it’s from you anyway,” argued Zacharias.
It didn’t take long for Imogen to find out that Shirley was staying in the same room as Zacharias. That confirmed her guess that Shirley was hooking up with Zacharias behind her. Oh, she’s up to schemes too? Acts like she doesn’t like him when I’m around, only for that to be a ploy, so I’d lower my guard?
Imogen already had self-esteem issues because of her family background. She was a perpetual cynic who couldn’t see the good in anything. Imogen stood before the floor-to- ceiling window, a sneer curling her lips. Why do you get to live the best life while I have to stay as a bottom feeder? If I can marry Zacharias, I can be on the top echelon of this nation. This is my only chance, and you’re stealing it from me.
Just then, Imogen’s other phone rang. She picked it up and smirked. “Hi,” she said in Chinese.
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