The man in grey suit looked at her expressionlessly. Then he raised his hand slowly and pressed the open button before the elevator was about to close. He asked, "Do you want to get in?"
It seemed that he didn't come to make trouble for her. Myra breathed a sigh of relief, immediately returned to a relaxed posture and gracefully stepped into the elevator.
The man immediately closed the door and lit up the button of first floor.
When the elevator went down, Myra and the man in grey suit stood on each side.
Noticing that he seemed to look at her neck, Myra felt a little embarrassed and raised her hand to cover it.
At this time, the man suddenly made a forty-five degree bow to Myra. "Miss An."
Myra was stunned. "Who are you?"
The man smiled politely, "Darren."
Myra was confused. Darren?
She didn't know him.
Darren didn't intend to explain more. He just handed over the thing in her hand and said, "Master sent it to you."
His accent fell on the two words 'master', and his tone was somewhat respectful and proud.
Myra tilted her head and thought, 'Who is that master?'
But Darren didn't want to explain, so Myra had to look down at the thing in his hand - a piece of silk cloth, neatly folded.
It seemed to be a silk scarf?
The color matched her dress.
However, Myra shook her head in bewilderment. "No, I..."
Darren interrupted her, "Please take it, and... I suggest you use it now."
His attitude was gentle but firm.
Of course, Myra knew what he meant. She blushed and thanked him. Then she took the silk scarf and tied a simple knot around her slender neck.
It was just right to solve her embarrassment.
The silk scarf was soft and comfortable on the skin.
A warm feeling floated through Myra's heart. "Your master..."
Was him the man last night?
It should be.
Except him, who else would do such a thing?
"His surname is Zhong," Darren replied concisely as always.
After a pause, he added in case she did not understand, "He was the one who spent the night with..."
"Ahem..." Myra covered her mouth
and coughed!
Darren stopped talking at once. She lowered her eyes slightly and looked calm.
At this time, the elevator had arrived at the first floor and the door was open.
Darren reached out his hand to block the door, and saw that Myra made a big stride as if she was running from something.
Darren was stunned and hurried to follow her.
Myra walked quickly to the lobby of the hotel. Feeling the atmosphere was a little strange, she could not help but slow down.
The hall was surrounded by a group of people, and people around were talking about it.
Myra stopped and looked at them for a while.
Among the group of people, there were the reporters just now, and a few tall men in black suits with a communication device on their ears. They were obviously bodyguards.
One of the bodyguards was collecting the cameras and memory cards of the reporters one by one, and the other was checking their mobile phones. The other two bodyguards stood aside and watched them. They didn't let them go until they made sure there was nothing wrong.
Even the security guards of the hotel were helping to maintain order.
It was highly possible that somebody lived in this hotel, so no one was allowed to take pictures or video here.
It was said that the reporters had asked who it was, but got no answer.
No matter who it was, it made Myra's mood better. Now, the reporters didn't even have her photos.
Seeing her smile, Darren followed her and smiled imperceptibly. Then he said, "Miss An, the car is ready. Master asked me to send you home."
Myra looked at him in surprise. The man politely made a 'this way' gesture, as if he could not be refused at all.
Myra hesitated for a while. Should she go home?
Since her mother moved out of that house, the feeling of home had faded away for her.
After Marilyn and Lydia moved in, she thought it was a place to stay overnight.
But now, she already knew that Lydia had conspired with Marilyn to set her up, and she completely lost the desire to go back.
At least she was not in the mood to go back now.