Chapter 95 Reach an Agreement

"Mrs. Hash, this is the room."

Sherman's room was on the top floor. When she came up, she was shocked by the decoration.

The carpet under her feet was soft and carefully maintained, looking clean.

The decoration here should have been studied. It looked noble and elegant without aesthetic fatigue.

There was no smell in the air, neither good nor bad.

The waiter knocked on the door carefully, and immediately a response came from inside, "Come in, please."

Sherman was drinking tea by the window and watching people coming and going on the street.

There was almost nothing in the room and no baggage.

It was indeed for them to stay temporarily.

"Mr. Lockett?"

Having seen the symbolic purple eyes of Lockett's family, Hash still called Sherman's last name as if she was confirming it.

"I may be happier if you call me Mr. Sherman, Mrs. Hash." Sherman replied with a smile.