The hall was in disarray after the wild party, but there seemed to be nothing unusual.
Anna Jadwin closed the door gently and ran towards her bedroom.
She wanted to take a hot shower immediately and change out of her clothes.
A lazy figure sitting on the sofa sat up: "You're back?"
Anna Jadwin's back stiffened.
Sanna poked her head out, her face devoid of any smile: "Did you enjoy the passion on the rooftop?"
Anna Jadwin was shocked, her cheeks burning hot. Did she know?
"Wayne Bailey already has a wife, and his son can already run. Do you think you have a future with him?" Sanna's face turned serious. "Do you want to be his lover? Unable to break free for a lifetime? You're very beautiful. I can help you find a better man while you're still in your prime. Prince Mitchell is very fond of you, and he set up tonight's banquet for you. As for the hostess? She ran off in the middle of it to mingle with other men—"