Susan Saxton entered the hotel, holding a room card and took the elevator to room 1606.
She swiped the card, pushed the door open, and saw Arlo Seys standing in front of the window, gazing at the scenery outside.
Arlo Seys had an excellent disposition, even his casual stance exuded nobility and elegance to the fullest, his back tall and upright, causing Susan's heart to pound wildly.
A perfect man like Arlo Seys was indeed rare; whether family background, appearance, or capabilities, he was outstanding. Susan's infatuation with Arlo Seys deepened even further.
Susan walked in and casually closed the door behind her. She approached Arlo Seys step by step, feeling both nervous and excited.
"Young Master Seys..." Susan approached, her voice tinged with shyness.
Arlo Seys turned around slightly, holding a goblet in his hand, his cold eyes looked at Susan, his tone indifferent: "I've been waiting for you for a long time."
