Chapter 62 Felt That Mercedes Wasn't That Great Anymore
After the plane landed, arrangements were already made for the reception at the destination.
Of course, Liam had arranged it well for Vivian. The hotel was all pre-arranged. She was already standing at the car door, but she stopped and looked around. She wanted to see what kind of car Evelyn was riding in.
Even though the Seraphian Group backed the Neogenito Fragrances, it was just a subsidiary. In terms of scale, it might not be much stronger than Liavian Perfumes. They were in first class. It might put on a show.
"Ms. Reed?" The person sent to pick her up reminded her as she hesitated to get in the car.
"I got it," she replied. Just as she was about to bend down and get into the car, she suddenly caught sight of the person she wanted to see.
Evelyn and Cathy walked out with their suitcases.
Then, a Rolls-Royce appeared! She couldn't be mistaken! It was indeed a Rolls-Royce. Although she had yet to recognize the series, it was definitely expensive.
Her eyes fixed on it, watching Evelyn and her group approach it.
She told herself in her mind, it couldn't be, it was just a coincidence, that car couldn't possibly be for them!
She held the car door tightly and watched as Evelyn's suitcase was taken and placed in the trunk, and then they got in the car. Then the car started and left.
At this point, she could no longer deceive herself; it was indeed for them!
But how could Evelyn ride in that car? How could she deserve it? Why could Evelyn ride in a Rolls-Royce, and she could only ride in a Mercedes-Benz?
She turned back to look at the Mercedes-Benz in front of her, which she had been very satisfied with before, but now she felt instantly dissatisfied.
"They're gone. Get in the car," Rosen said casually inside the car.
Vivian got into the car reluctantly, and her mood was simply terrible. She felt that whenever she met Evelyn, it would not be a good thing, and all her good moods would disappear because of her.
Vivian turned her head and saw that he looked calm, but she knew her emotions had been written all over her face the whole time, and she guessed that he had noticed.
Now, in front of him, she didn't need to hide anything anymore and couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Rosen, actually, with your status and wealth, you should have the best of everything, right? Is it too neglectful for you to make arrangements that reflects our level?"
Rosen understood her thoughts, he smiled, and replied, "Indeed! It's a bit shabby."
He looked at the car, and his faint smile made Vivian blush all the way to her neck.
"It doesn't matter. When in Rome, do as the Romans do. But about the hotel, I'm not very satisfied. I've already upgraded the room in advance," Rosen remarked.
Vivian couldn't help but ask, "Is it the presidential suite?"
He shrugged and said, "But I only upgraded mine. So, Vivian, your room may not be on the same floor as mine."
Vivian was lost for words.
When they arrived at the hotel, it turned out that the room cards were different. It was obvious that the reception at the front desk was extremely enthusiastic and warm toward Rosen, which made Vivian even more depressed.
The money was good! It was true that where there was money, the treatment was different.
Rosen still had a gentlemanly demeanor, and because her room was on a lower floor, he sent her to the room first.
Vivian immediately frowned when she opened the door. The room was actually a standard double room, which was relatively spacious compared to an ordinary hotel, but it was just a room with a bathroom inside, a microwave, a small refrigerator, and a sink outside; it seemed to have everything, but there was still some difference from what she had imagined.
"Vivian, your luggage is all here. Rest well, and I'll go back to my room first!" Rosen said as he patted her shoulder and smiled.
Vivian hurriedly called out to him when he left, "Wait!"
"What's wrong?" he asked while he stood still and looked back at her silently.
Vivian hesitated to say, "Well, I'm not really tired now, and you also have luggage. Can I go to your room and sit for a while?"
Rosen didn't answer and just looked at her. The intention reflected in his eyes made her a little uncomfortable, and she avoided his gaze with a red face.
"Of course you can!" he replied.
Vivian followed Rosen onto the elevator and watched the floors go up all the way. She became more and more anxious. She actually knew she shouldn't, but she couldn't control herself; she wanted to go and see what the world above was really like!
The sound of the elevator and the door opened, Rosen didn't move. "Vivian?" he called out to her.
Vivian came back to her senses and forced a smile.
Rosen smiled, walked out of the elevator, and she quickly followed.
This floor was indeed different from the one below; there were only a few rooms in total.
He found the room number and swiped the card.
The door opened.
Vivian followed him in, so after Rosen stepped aside, she could see the layout inside completely. Her eyes widened and even her pupils were round in astonishment!
What did she see?
What she saw was a wide floor-to-ceiling window, which could almost overlook the beautiful scenery of half the city; above was the blue sky and white clouds, as if connected to the sky; below was the green trees and blue sea, beautiful and endless.
It was simply heaven!
Walking in slowly, she realized that it was a large suite, and the place she entered was just the living room.
But just this living room was already bigger than her room, with a soft leather sofa, a water purifier, and a wine cabinet, as well as a coffee machine and so on, everything you can think of and can't think of, all available.
She couldn't say a word; her eyes almost couldn't keep up; she wanted to go to the inner room to see, but she also felt inappropriate; after all, she stopped her steps and did not go forward.
"Don't you want to go inside and have a look?" Rosen asked.
Vivian shook her head and clenched her palms, "No, I'll just take a look and leave right away!"
Although she said so, she was reluctant to leave immediately.
Looking at everything in front of her, Vivian felt depressed when she thought of having to face the stuffy little room when she went back.
She stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, looking into the distance, as if this way could temporarily forget everything, as if this way, she could deceive herself and already have all this.
Her waist was held from behind, and then her shoulders were pressed down slightly.
Rosen stood behind her and held her.
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