"Thank you for your appreciation, but I need to rest for a few months and don't want to work."
Jesslyn Derei declined, getting into a taxi that was stopped at the hotel entrance.
Watching the taxi as it drove away, the polite smile in Rachel Johnson's eyes vanished.
A fierce look flashed through her eyes as she turned and quickly walked back into the hotel.
Upon reaching the upstairs, the moment she pushed open the door to the Presidential Suite, Rachel Johnson smelled the scent of nicotine.
Lifting her eyes, she saw a flicker of light in the darkness.
Bentelie Cooper was sitting in an armchair, a cigarette dangling elegantly from his thin lips.
Rachel Johnson turned on the lamp.
Bentelie shielded his eyes from the glaring light, furrowing his brows in displeasure.
He didn't like bright lights!
