Logan felt guilty. If he had arranged it properly, Nicole would not have gotten into Eric’s car.
Nicole shook her head and walked forward with a cold face.
Her presence was still strong.
"When did you arrive? You arrived faster than me."
Logan said, "I paid the driver more and told him to take a shortcut."
Nicole let out a faint "mm" and did not say anything else.
The middle floors of the building were reserved for a hotel that was not open to the public. It was a private space that only the elite who worked here could reserve in advance.
Logan took the card and opened the room door for her.
The presidential suite was furnished lavishly and was as warm as spring.
As soon as Nicole entered, she felt the warm and toasty air.
There was a very stylish fireplace in the middle of the living room, and the firewood inside was burning brightly.
Nicole liked this feeling a lot. She threw down the bag i
n her hand and walked over, sitting on the recliner to the side and relaxing her whole body.
Logan hurriedly brought her belongings to the room, not dallying for a moment.
When he came out, he looked at the schedule.
"President, the shooting is scheduled for tomorrow morning. Naomi contacted us in advance and said that she will arrive at the hotel in two hours.”
Nicole responded, indicating that she heard him.
Logan asked, "Should I arrange for dinner with Naomi and the people from VJ Magazine tonight?"
Nicole opened her eyes and paused.
"Find me a masseur. I want to have a massage after m y bath later.”
Logan was speechless.
Nicole thought for a moment and then spoke.
"Wait for Naomi to arrive before arranging anything else. There's no need to arrange for dinner with Sully. With Naomi’s temper, she won't like it."
Logan said, "Understood, I'll get right to it.”
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