Although these two women stirred an inner tumult, none dared to approach them because behind these women followed more than a dozen robust men in black suits, with earpieces and a daunting presence that could intimidate even with their mere looks.
Such women undoubtedly belong to the rich or powerful, perhaps the mistress of some big shot. Approaching them would only mean you're tired of living.
"Abby, have you booked the hotel?" Angel walked through the airport hall, completely ignoring the gazes from all directions, and spoke to Abby beside her.
"Miss, the hotel is booked at the Shangri-La Hotel."
"Let's go. We'll head to the hotel first." Angel glanced around without pausing and walked straight outside.
In an instant, the group had exited the airport, where a line of black cars waited, including an elongated Rolls-Royce Phantom, catching everyone's eye.
