After a simple shower to wash away the smell of alcohol, Betty carefully applied makeup in front of the mirror, covering her pale complexion but unable to conceal the swollen eyes and the bloodshot within.
She had no choice but to put on a pair of glasses and walk out of the room.
In the nearby corridor, the assistant was pacing back and forth, hesitating whether to come and knock on the door.
Last night, Abel stayed to take care of Betty, and she wasn't sure about their current relationship. Was it appropriate to go and knock on the door now...
Hearing the sound of the door opening, she quickly turned her face and, upon seeing Betty, hurriedly greeted her.
"Princess Betty."
"Have you been waiting for me long?"
"Not really."
Betty smiled apologetically, "Sorry, I was too happy yesterday and drank a bit too much. Are the cars ready?"
"They're all prepared."
"Okay, then let's go."
The assistant glanced at the door behind her, "Aren't we waiting for Mr. Abel?"
Abel?
