Finally met a novice

No one bothered about Elliot anymore, for Philip had already opened the private room door, and the woman standing outside was indeed Myra. She was still wearing an OL outfit from Chanel, the contrast of the light gray fabric against her fair skin giving her a gentle and comfortable feeling. Her long hair was tied back, baring her slender and delicate neck, while there was faint makeup on her exquisite face. It was just right, neither too plain nor too outstanding.

Upon seeing Philip, she was stunned for a moment before she murmured in mild embarrassment, “I’m sorry. I think I got the wrong room.”

Just when she was about to turn around, Philip chuckled lightly. “You must be Miss Stark, yes? Director Hart is indeed in this room, so do come in.”

Myra halted, finally remembering that she’d once seen the man in front of her. That time, he gave me a hand during the Hart Family’s banquet. Thus, she looked over his shoulder into the room. Smoke lingered in the room, but it didn’t obstruct her