Seeing her come out, he asked with a smile, "Miss Tracy, which are your things? I'll help you pack."
"What for?" Tracy asked, puzzled, her eyes darting between the old lady and Sola Park.
"Move to the Presidential Suite." Randell pointed at the luggage and asked, "If it's not convenient, I'll get a maid to help pack."
"No need!" She rushed forward and snatched the suitcase from his hand, her brow furrowed, "I'm staying right here, I don't want to move."
"Don't you touch that, don't move it..." The old lady, seeing her dramatic actions, rushed over and ordered Randell to take the suitcase away.
"It's really inconvenient, come, come, you all move aside, I'll pack." As she spoke, the old lady had already taken clothes out of the wardrobe, preparing to stuff them into the suitcase.
"Old Madam, how could I trouble you to do it yourself?" Randell panicked and quickly stopped her.
