What's going on in your head all day ? Ten minutes earlier , as soon as Lena and Anathea had arrived at Aetherbrook Hotel , the " manager berated them without hesitation . " Didn't I tell you to replace the flower arrangements in the private suite with the freshest ones by this afternoon ? Look at the time now ! Do you have any idea how late it is ? " Lena adjusted her black - framed glasses and mumbled , " But … you sent a message saying g it was for tomorrow aftemoon " Moreover , the schedule had undergone several changes . Just when they had finally agreed on a time , itd been unexpectedly shifted to this afternoon . By the time Lena had completed her other responsibilities and noticed the message , she felt overwhelmed . The manager pointed at her angrily . " You still dare to argue ? " Frightened by his aggressive demeanor , Lena instinctively hid behind Anathea . " That's enough . Instead of wasting time here , we should replace the wilted flowers before the guests notice . Otherwise , if they bring it up later , it'll be even harder to deal with . " Anathea said calmly . The manager glanced at Anathea . Though she made a valid point , he still scoffed dismissively . " You think I don't know that ? Do I need you to tell me ? Hurry up and come in to replace the flowers ! " With that , Anathea and Lena followed him into the private suite . However , the moment Anathea stepped inside and took in the scene , she froze for a second . Apart from the extravagantly dressed escorts , there were several familiar faces - Theo , Adrian , and two other young scions from well - known corporations . They were all Gregory's friends . Anathea's gaze flickered toward the couch , and sure enough , there Gregory was " What the fuck ? What's she doing here ? " Theo also noticed Anatha , his expression darkening slightly . They'd just spoken of the devil , and the devil had appeared . For a moment , he seriously wondered if Anathea had been clinging to Gregory so relentlessly that she'd even chased him all the way here . Upon seeing Anathea , the others remained indifferent . To them , she was simply the former young lady of the Jacobson family who'd lost her significance after their downfall . They hadn't heard much about her lately . It was surprising to see her here . But what they didn't know was that Anathea was Gregory's wife . In fact , among ong the five people in the suite , besides Gregory himself , only Theo knew that Anathea was actually Mrs. Sinclair . The Sinclair family had kept their marriage secret from everyone else , and Gregory wasn't about to mention it Just like now , while Theo's reaction was filled with obvious displeasure , Gregory remained utterly nonchalar . He didn't even spare Anathea a glance , as if she were nothing more than a stranger . The manager said respectfully , " I'm so sorry for the interruption . The floral arrangements in the suite were mistakenly left unchanged . I'll have them replaced immediately . " Then , he glared at Lena and warned her in a low voice , " Hurry up you forget again next time , you'll be the one paying for it . " Lena's legs almost gave way from fear , but Anathea steadied her with a gentle hand and a comforting voice . With a deep breath , Lena regained her composure and set to work She removed the wilted flowers from each vase while carefully selecting fresh blooms , rearranging them to suit the elegant atmosphere of the suite . The escorts ' gazes linger on Anathea , subtle hostility flickering in their eyes . Even without makeup , she was stunning . Yet , Anathea paid them no attention . She quietly dedicated herself to her task . No one in the sulte paid much attention to it . Instead , they started new round of poker , casually chatting among themselves .