"You mean Miss Spencer?" The receptionist smiled. "Room 906."
Previously, when Ria Chapman and Irene Spencer were on good terms, they often came and went together. The receptionist had no idea about their current relationship, nor did she suspect anything.
Ria Chapman dashed to the elevator entrance and headed to the ninth floor. Looking around, she quickly spotted Kris Cooper at the end of the hallway.
He was standing in front of a door. It was pulled open, a figure emerged, and Ria Chapman instantly recognized Irene Spencer's profile.
"No! You gotta be shitting me!"
In an instant, she was covered in cold sweat.
Deep down, she had always believed Kris Cooper would never do such a thing. But now, seeing him walk into Irene Spencer's room with her own eyes, doubt crept into her mind.
"I swear, you men are all the same! I'm going to call Vera right now."
She pulled out her phone, found Vera's number, moved her finger to dial, but then hesitated.
