Hearing the crowd's discussion, the assistant jumped in fright, hurriedly dragging the suitcase back as she rushed into the room.
"Miss Spencer… It's… it's bad! The ground floor is swarming with journalists!"
"What?"
Irene Spencer, who was organizing her jewelry, felt her fingers tremble. A gemstone necklace clattered to the floor. Paying no heed to the fallen necklace, she quickly ran to the balcony and looked downstairs.
Indeed, a dense crowd was gathered below.
Kris Cooper, he's moved so fast?!
Irene Spencer's fingers were trembling.
"Hurry, pack up! We're leaving immediately!"
Turning to the dressing table, she snatched the jewelry box and dumped its contents into a small case. She paid no mind to the few pieces that had scattered on the floor and quickly fastened the case.
