As expected, birds of a feather flock together; associating with the wrong crowd leads to corruption.
South Grant decided to ignore South Grant and Hugo Lynch, and she entered the hotel through the back door.
Once inside, South Grant observed the well-trained staff, glanced at the row of private rooms, and thought about knocking on each one to take a look.
If she was wrong, she could just claim she had the wrong room; no harm done.
At that moment, a female server hurried by, bending over as she walked.
Seeing South Grant empty-handed and idle, she placed the tray she was carrying into South Grant's hands.
"Please help me deliver this to room 888."
After that, the waitress clutched her stomach and quickly ran to the restroom at the end of the corridor.
South Grant noticed she looked like she had an upset stomach.
No choice but to be a good person for once, act like a generous helper, and deliver the tray for her first.
