Alex's assistant gave her a crude smile and turned to face her. "Mrs. Fuego, it looks like Mr. Fuego's fall is bad. How about he spend the night here first?"
She folded her arms and twitched the corner of her mouth. "He can. But he have to stay and I'll change rooms."
"Oh!" Alex's personal assistant shook his head and sadly stared at her. "I talked to the front desk earlier. They said there are no more vacant rooms, Mrs. Fuego."
"Really?" she asked, turning to face Alex, who was staring at her silently as he lay like a king on her bed. "That's it. That's easy to solve. I'll just change hotels!"
Alex and his personal assistant exchanged glances. The personal assistant grimaced, a worried expression on his face. "It looks like you're going to have a hard time, Mrs. Fuego. The festival is
