Miss Ruth said, "The plane is scheduled to take off around eleven o’clock tonight, but it’s quite far from the airport here. The company has arranged for you to rest at a hotel nearby. Don’t feel troubled; the accommodation and airfare are all covered. This is a company benefit for every transferred employee."
"Well, alright. Thank you, Manager." If it didn’t cost her any money, then resting at a hotel wouldn’t be so bad. Waiting at the airport would be so boring, after all.
"Then I’ll have someone pick you up right away."
Rebecca Quentin was in the car Miss Ruth had arranged for her.
Perhaps it was because she was about to leave this city and distance herself from that person that she felt unusually relaxed on the way to the hotel.
However, when the car arrived and she stepped out to face such a luxurious hotel, she was dumbfounded.
She had assumed the company would arrange a standard, ordinary star-rated hotel for employees, not a five-star business hotel.
Although this hotel wasn’t as opulent as the one she had chosen for Isabella Joanna’s previous visit, it was still the most high-end hotel near the airport.
"Miss Quentin, please go on in. I’ll help you with your luggage!"
Rebecca Quentin hesitated, then asked, "Uh, are you sure this is the hotel where I’m supposed to rest?"
The driver nodded. "Manager Ralph instructed me to bring you to this hotel."
"I’d better call the manager and ask, just to be sure." Rebecca was still doubtful. What kind of employee received such treatment, getting to rest in a five-star hotel?
At this point, however, the driver explained, "Miss Quentin, you don’t need to ask. Manager Ralph knew you’d have such doubts, so she told me in advance to relay a message. She said she feels a special connection with you, so she paid for you to rest here out of her own pocket. Please consider it a small farewell gift from her. She hopes you won’t refuse."
Feeling somewhat uneasy, Rebecca Quentin breathed a sigh of relief. So that’s how it was...
It wasn’t surprising. She had been in G City for three years and deeply appreciated Miss Ruth’s exceptional care. Just like the dress she had borrowed from Miss Ruth a few days ago, Miss Ruth always spared no effort to help her, making Rebecca unsure how to ever repay her kindness.
The driver reminded her, "Miss Quentin, please go upstairs and get some rest. You have to report to the new store first thing tomorrow morning."
Rebecca snapped out of her thoughts. "Alright."
As Rebecca Quentin opened the door to the hotel suite, she was immediately captivated by the luxurious and refined layout inside.
To think that the kind of hotel she once disdained was now so much more luxurious than her own living environment. So, the moment she put down her luggage, she kicked off her shoes and bounced onto the bed.
After rolling around under the covers for a couple of turns, she glanced at the clock on the wall.
Realizing she could stay in the hotel for three hours, she decided to take a shower and then get some comfortable sleep.
The perfectly warm water cascaded over her body. It had been a long time since she had felt so relaxed, and she savored the comfort of the moment.
However, as she lathered soap onto her body, her hand unintentionally brushed against the hideous scars on her chest. Her body stiffened instantly. The joy that had been on her face moments before froze, then vanished. Her eyes gradually dimmed, and her expression became one of utter dejection.
As if all life had drained from her, she turned off the shower and leaned limply against the cold tiles of the wall behind her.
Perhaps the sound of the shower was too loud, or maybe she was too immersed in her sorrowful emotions... She didn’t hear the suite door being opened from the outside.
After about a minute, Rebecca Quentin took a deep breath, changed into her pajamas in the bathroom, and then stepped out.
But who could have guessed? The moment she stepped out of the bathroom and her gaze lifted, she froze on the spot.
Howard Geoffrey was just picking up the work badge Rebecca Quentin had left on the bed. He had apparently just entered and, not expecting anyone to be in the room, had picked up the ID to look at it.
Hearing footsteps, Howard Geoffrey glanced over.
Unprepared, their eyes met.
Perhaps also surprised, Howard Geoffrey’s dark, deep-set eyes narrowed, and his brow furrowed slightly.
Rebecca Quentin looked utterly disheveled at that moment...
She was wearing cheap pajamas, her hair was wet and messy, and most importantly, the top two buttons of her pajama top were undone—likely forgotten in her distress—revealing the faint scars on her chest.