"My apologies, miss. This elevator is reserved for presidential suite guests. You'll need a presidential suite card to access it. The regular elevator is just over there," a waiter kindly informed her.

Of course, Selene was aware she could use the elevator on the other side, having descended in it earlier. Laziness had led her to the nearest elevator, not expecting to be denied access.

She shot the waiter a cold glare. Unhappy, she maintained her dignity and refrained from arguing.

Witnessing this, Cole jumped to her defense, arrogantly questioning the waiter, "If the presidential suite has always been vacant, why can't we use the unused elevator?"

The waiter appeared uneasy.

"It was indeed unoccupied before, but a guest checked in last night.”

Selene felt increasingly ashamed. She was already embarrassed when she realized she had taken the wrong path. Now, Cole's sudden outburst at the waiter only added to her discomfort, making her feel uninformed.

She spun around, preparing to leave, while Cole called her name from behind.

Watching her walk away, Cole pursed his lips, muttering to himself, "What a moody girl!”

He brushed aside his forehead bangs, popped a lollipop in his mouth, and noticed the elevator in front of him flashing with a number.

What a surprise! The elevator, which was supposed to be empty, had arrived.

Rather than leaving hastily, he lingered to glimpse the affluent individual who'd opted for a presidential suite costing over a hundred thousand dollars per night.

The elevator arrived, and its doors slowly opened.

As Cole locked eyes with the person inside, he exclaimed in shock, as though witnessing something horrifying, "Ariana? Why are you here?"

Once the elevator doors opened a crack, Ariana recognized a group of familiar faces in the restaurant. She was so frightened that the back of her head turned cold. She swiftly removed her hands from the wheelchair before kicking it back into the elevator wall. The action caused the elevator to buzz and it could be seen how hard she had kicked the wheelchair.

The man seated in the chair glared at her in disbelief.

"What's wrong with you?"

Theodore was totally confused. No matter how smart he was, he couldn't keep up with the speed at which Ariana's attitude changed. Would it always be a challenge for him to decipher this woman?

Ignoring him, Ariana raised her hand and pressed a button. Before the elevator doors closed, she swiftly exited the elevator. The speed at which she did all of this stunned Theodore.

Facing the elevator alone, Theodore could do nothing but smile helplessly. He finally understood how much he didn't want to publicize his relationship with Ariana back then, and how regretful he felt about that decision now.