Shao Rong studied her face for a few seconds and nodded her head, "Okay. Just for a while. This is the last chance I am giving you."
The receptionist once again wanted to throw her away. Who is giving whom a chance here? But she still pursed her lips, gave a fake smile and nodded her head before guiding Shao Rong to the lounge area to take a seat.
Shao Rong maintained her elegance as she took her steady steps to walk to the lounge towards which she was taken to.
She sat on the sofa and crossed her legs casually. She looked like the queen of the place and everyone else were nothing but her servants.
No matter who she was, the receptionist at least admired her elegance and her demeanor. She looked like she belonged to a royal family no matter how one looked at her.
But so what? In the end, isn't she just a con artist?