Yan Luoxi experienced such formal treatment for the first time, and she was somewhat nervous. As the elevator doors closed and she watched the floors climb toward the 68th, her heart beat restlessly in her chest.
What should she do, her breathing didn't even feel smooth anymore.
Looking at herself in the mirror, she realized her makeup was too tender, lacking the aura of a queen. Biting her lip, she quickly rummaged through her bag and pulled out a bright red lipstick.
Whether or not she could secure the investment, she couldn't lose her imposing presence. She was, after all, representing the image of Vanka Hotel.
She twisted up the lipstick and began to touch up her lip makeup against the elevator's metallic wall. Just then, the elevator doors suddenly opened and, out of the corner of her eye, she saw a line of people standing outside. The man at the forefront was coolly distinguished, and her entire body stiffened.
