How did that make any sense?

Emma got out of the sleek black Maybach in front of the luxuriously grand S-Class Hotel and gazed up at the building.

Clad in a white belted shirt and brown tight-fitted pants, she adjusted her sunglasses.

Never did she expect that she'd be able to get entry into the best hotel in the whole of Crystal Hills City and by invitation from a world-known brand.

It was truly mind-blowing!

"Here's your bag, Empress."

Emma turned and saw Quiana dressed in a blue blazer and jeans hastily walk toward her in black stiletto pumps from the driver's seat with a bag in hand and she didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Queen! You really don't have to do this. I can manage by myself." Emma voiced exasperatedly.

Ever since Quiana somehow convinced Rebecca to bring her along to CH City, she hadn't had a moment of quiet.

The little tyrant had been staying at her place and it was as if her parents had a second daughter.