"Oh! Be sure to let me know when the time comes. Hurry and give me your number."
The two exchanged phone numbers. Looking up, Mollie Willy noticed the tie around Valentine Teller's neck, feeling it was a bit peculiar.
Upon closer inspection, she discovered the hidden secret—a slight bruise caught her eye.
Mollie smiled knowingly.
Covering her mouth, she nudged Valentine with her elbow, winking suggestively, "You two seem pretty close!"
"Hehe." Valentine smiled awkwardly, noticing Mollie's gaze on her neck.
All Mark Reed's fault, so annoying!
"Are you also staying at this hotel?"
Seeing Valentine nod, Mollie clapped excitedly, "Great, we'll have a good chat tonight. I won't keep you any longer, bye-bye."
"What do you mean, keeping us? You're being too polite. Let's get in touch tonight then. Bye-bye!"
Waving goodbye to Mollie, leaving the hotel, Valentine felt in great spirits, looking forward to the evening.
