The front desk heard this and thought it was an old customer, so the smile on their face broadened a bit: "Please, let us know if you need anything."
Scarlett Glenn nodded and went in.
When she reached the entrance of Private Room 7, Helena Zell poked her head out from inside,
seeing Scarlett Glenn in a dark gray down jacket and a face mask, she couldn't help but grumble in her heart about how married women no longer bother to dress up heavily. This way of dressing was too plain.
But her face still carried an excited smile: "You finally came. Do you need my help?"
Scarlett Glenn nodded: "Give me the towel."
Helena Zell immediately handed it over. Scarlett Glenn glanced and said: "A wet towel."
Helena Zell didn't find it troublesome at all, handing her two wet towels.
Scarlett took them and walked straight to Private Room 9.
She entered from outside, carrying the chill of midwinter with her. Passing by Helena Zell made her involuntarily shiver.
