Ivy Wilmar emerged from the Imperial Hotel with an unpleasant face coloring, descending the steps with unhurried irritation and a downturned mouth.
Ghania Quinlan followed behind her, casting a thoughtful glance back at the door of the Imperial Hotel before hurrying to catch up. She said softly, as if by chance, "I wonder who booked the entire place. Even the Manager wouldn't acknowledge your 'face'."
"Hmph," Ivy seethed internally but maintained a neutral expression as she replied, "In Beijing, there are hidden dragons and crouching tigers. I'm not as influential as you think. I'm bound to encounter people who won't give me 'face'."
"However..." she paused, reaching the car, then stopped, looking back with a complex gaze. "It's my first time hearing that this place could be booked out. I suppose the person who did must hold a high status, definitely someone who would make the news."