Chapter 60: Called the wrong name.
The rooms in this mansion were well-proportioned. The gray and black color scheme created an exceptionally calm and sophisticated atmosphere, while the floating staircase connecting each floor lent a fresh, uniquely upscale decorative style.
Crystal chandeliers swayed overhead, making it feel like living in an art gallery.
The guest room Xu Si occupied was spacious. A dark coffee-colored leather sofa and soft, plush cushions defined the lounge area. Behind it stood a miniature floating staircase, with an expensive piano nestled underneath. The expansive, floor-to-ceiling gridded windows made a striking design statement and overlooked the entire Triad Society district.
Even with the door ajar, the sheer size and layered layout of the space provided a sense of security.
So tired. I really didn’t close the door properly just now.
Xu Si rubbed her throbbing forehead, feeling a film of fine, clammy sweat.
Unable to stand the stickiness, she got up from the soft bed, picked up the sexy nightgown, slipped into a pair of fluffy slippers, and wandered drowsily into the bathroom, her cascading hair swaying with her steps.
She took a warm bath. When she slipped into the silky nightgown, its scant fabric clung to her smooth, exquisite body. The languid, upward tilt of her eyes added a hint of allure to her otherwise cool demeanor.
She opened the bathroom door, and a gentle floral fragrance wafted out.
Somewhat more alert, she wanted to quickly find a place to call Anshi. But amidst that fragrance, she detected a faint trace of whisky—subtle, yet startling enough.
Almost certain. There was someone else in the room.