She had never seen this person before, and her tone was outrageously arrogant.
But there wasn't any appointment record for her in the company's system.
If she let her go up without authorization, she couldn't bear the consequences if anything went wrong.
But sticking to the rules, she was afraid it really was an important guest of Mr. Sterling, trapped between a rock and a hard place.
Tina Sawyer tugged at Vivian Sinclair's sleeve nearby, instinctively taking half a step back.
"Is this woman crazy? Why argue with the front desk? Tristan Sterling's not some street vendor, not just anyone can meet him."
Rhiannon Campbell heard it all loud and clear.
She spun around sharply, her gaze landing right on Vivian's face.
Just one look, and her expression changed, her eyes suddenly went cold.
"Vivian Sinclair?"
Vivian's heart skipped a beat, her steps slightly faltering.
Should've known better than to stand here watching the drama—now it's too late to hide even if she wanted.
