After hanging up the phone, Yolanda Greenwood got busy once again.
There wasn't much time left, and she had to ensure both quantity and quality, so she had no choice but to sacrifice her own rest.
Just thinking about that recent phone call, she cursed viciously three times: "Damn man!"
However, 30 minutes later, just as she was starting to feel inspired, her phone rang again.
It was a WeChat message from Cooper Coldson.
"Come down."
Cooper leaned against his car, looking at the Bright Courtyard Hotel.
An unremarkable three-star hotel that cost no more than 300 yuan for a night's stay.
His gaze traveled up floor by floor until it finally rested on the eighth.
Which one was room 802?
On the way there, Cooper had been seething with anger, and he had even prepared himself to catch her in the act of infidelity, which, despite being divorced, would have disgraced Yolanda thoroughly.
But when he actually got to the hotel, he found he didn't want to go up at all.
Not one bit.