Here, there are not many private rooms on each floor.
But each one is very spacious and wide.
Although there are glass windows on the doors, they are positioned quite high, so if someone is just passing by and glances over, they may not necessarily see the people inside.
"Where could they be?"
Annie Anne looked around and murmured softly, seemingly searching for something.
Just as she reached the corner, a room not far away opened its door.
The person who walked out of the room—was Oliver Hudson.
Upon seeing him, Annie Anne halted her steps and stood beside a huge plant, half-concealing her figure.
Oliver Hudson stood in the corridor, lighting a cigarette at his fingertips, the flame dancing in between his fingers.
However, at this moment, another person came out of the room, to be precise, a woman.
She was wearing a very sexy short skirt, sashaying with every step, and approached Oliver Hudson, eventually standing beside him.
