After coming back from the cemetery, she asked Henry Sullivan to leave.
After returning to the hotel, she holed up in her room for a whole five hours.
After ten, she gathered her courage and knocked on the door of room 1601.
When Oliver Turner opened the door, he was only wearing a bathrobe.
He sized up Faye Townsend from head to toe: "I thought you wouldn't come."
"How could I not? I'm not as weak as you imagine.
It's just that the task you set for me was quite difficult, so I had to rack my brains a bit."
As she spoke, she stepped into the room.
With his back to her, Oliver Turner flashed a wicked smile, this woman…
"You dare enter a man's room late at night, aren't you afraid I'll devour you?"
"Even if you really do eat me up, the one who profits is me, isn't it?
The me who is now disgraced would not suffer from any scandal that arises from being with you.
A wise man like Director Turner certainly wouldn't make such a low-level mistake."
