Chapitre 268: Chapter 268: This Dish Can't Be Made_1

By the time Joel Martin emerged from the room, he realized that only Isandro Jackson was standing at the door.

"Where are the others?"

He looked around but couldn't see Anna Harris or Heather Gonzalez anywhere.

Could it be that they didn't want to get up from the comfort of the Presidential Suite?

At that thought, Joel felt a sour pang in his heart.

And in his mind, he cursed Anna Harris as a woman who coveted vanity.

"No, they went down a while ago, I'm the only one waiting here for you,"

Isandro said, reluctantly.

He knew he was just as good-looking as any, but for some reason, Joel was fixated on Anna.

Despite being repeatedly rejected, he was not disheartened; on the contrary, he became even more determined.

As for himself, who had made advances, Joel wouldn't even give him a proper look.

"What?"

Joel was visibly angry to hear that the others had gone down ahead, leaving just the two of them, but his expression softened considerably afterwards.