In a five—star hotel, a woman was standing in front of a French window. Her eyes were not looking at the beautiful scenery outside, but instead, she was holding her chin with her long fingers, looking at the advertisement on the television. On the advertisement, Betty's perfect figure walked out from the light.
After the woman finished appreciating the advertisement, the corner of her mouth raised into a complicated yet disdainful smile. This made her think of Betty she met in the shop last time.
Should she remind Bryson what kind of woman he was marrying?
As his predecessor, she felt that she had such an obligation.
She took her cell phone from the table, found Bryson's number and called it.
Now, Bryson was accompanying Betty to the dining hall to eat, when the phone in front of him
