Annie Taylor returned to the hotel by car, intending to go upstairs. Just as she took a few steps, a voice suddenly sounded from behind her.
"Miss Taylor, is it convenient for us to talk?"
A clear and pleasant female voice was clearly audible in the hotel lobby, and Annie Taylor paused slightly, looking back.
In her sight was a woman dressed in a black skirt, but with exquisitely applied makeup, at this moment, the woman's gaze was fixed on her face.
Annie Taylor and the woman locked eyes for a while until finally, she lowered her eyes and said, "Alright."
Then, Annie Taylor and the woman went together to the lobby bar of the hotel to sit for a while. After both ordered a cup of fruit juice, the woman spoke first, "Miss Taylor seems to have been abroad for a long time and hasn't returned for quite some time."
The woman in front of her had a warm smile, but those beautiful eyes resting on herself still allowed Annie Taylor to detect a hint of unease and probing.
