Hilton Waldorf.
"Plop."
A mini-sized, delicate golden-black handbag was violently thrown onto the floor.
Who says luxury items are inherently of mediocre quality?
Although it tumbled a few times, that handbag, only a bit larger than a hand, still lay there intact, with no peeling or falling apart.
Of course.
Perhaps the soft carpet beneath it deserves the credit.
In the extravagantly luxurious executive suite, President Li dismissed the private butler arranged by the hotel. Throwing the bag didn't seem enough to vent her anger; she was panting heavily.
It definitely ended on a bad note.
Still expecting to be wined and dined?
No chance.
They entered the hotel together, but Li Shuru immediately went upstairs without waiting, mercilessly leaving the person in the lobby.
The facade was torn down.
Who cares about keeping up appearances anymore?
