"25th floor," Summer Sutton said.
Adrian Walyon didn't ask more, just pulled her into the elevator.
Upon arriving at Summer Sutton's room, his eyes casually scanned the interior.
The hotel where Summer Sutton was staying was chosen by the film crew—a typical hotel, and Ariella Sawyer, not yet a major star, was still in the early stages of her career, so the staff's rooms booked were rather basic.
Just one or two hundred per room, with the room pitifully small, the bed likely not even half as wide as the one at home.
Adrian Walyon stared at her room, his brows furrowing slightly.
"Have you eaten? If not, should I take you out to get something first?" Summer Sutton tried to suggest.
"Are you used to living here?" Adrian Walyon ignored her words.
"Used to it! What's there not to be used to?"
After her grandfather passed away upon these years, Summer Sutton had to work part-time to earn tuition and pay rent; the place she rented then was much simpler than this!
