Outside the elevator, Ariana felt relief once the doors were fully closed.

“Wasn't there another guy in there? It looked like a man in a wheelchair." Before Cole could see the man's face clearly, Ariana managed to block his view.

“That was one of the hotel staff," she answered, slightly apprehensive.

With those words, she strutted toward an empty table where she took a seat and started to order.

“Why were you stepping out of the elevator exclusively for the presidential suite?"

Cole followed Ariana to her table and asked. His question attracted the attention of others in the restaurant. Most of them witnessed what had just happened and were wondering how Ariana was able to move into the presidential suite as well.

Ariana put down the menu on her table and said with a stiff smile, "I paid for the room with my own money, of course."

The crowd grew even more skeptical. Often, only important guests or individuals of a particular social status were allowed to stay in the presidential suite of a hotel of this caliber. Ariana was nothing more than a mere agent. How would she be able to afford something exclusive to the wealthy?

“Are you kidding me?" Cole sneered.

"Do you think anyone could stay in the presidential suite as they wish? Selene tried booking it previously but was refused by the hotel manager. Do you know why?"

Ariana locked her cold gaze with his, not uttering a single word.

Cole donned an enigmatic expression as he stroked his chin. He sneered, "It's because this hotel's presidential suite has been booked for quite some time. Even if the guest doesn't arrive to check in, the hotel doesn't allow other guests to take the room reservation without permission.”

"So what?" Ariana's head began to ache at this point. She wasn't aware that Theodore had booked the presidential suite for quite some time. If that was the case, then there was no valid reason for why she was able to stay in such a room.

"So how are you able to live in the presidential suite? You must be lying." Cole proudly lifted his chin, convinced that he had exposed Ariana's dishonesty. He crossed his arms over his chest and continued confidently, “If you're telling the truth, I'm sure you can take out your room card and take the elevator."

Ariana let out an angry chuckle. Cole was acting so childish. However, his statement did make sense. She didn't have the room card with her since the reservation was under Theodore's name.

Noticing that Ariana didn't react, Cole beamed with his blinding porcelain teeth as he exchanged glances with the crew members at the neighboring table.

Embarrassed, Ariana was at a loss for words. Just then, the hotel manager trotted over to her and said in a flattering tone, "You've simply left your room card behind, ma'am. Here you go."

The room card was retrieved just in time, successfully easing the discomfort Ariana felt. She accepted the room card from the hotel manager. Gazing into the distance, she managed to catch a portion of a wheelchair disappearing behind a comer.

It seemed that Theodore had specifically requested the hotel manager to rescue her.

Ariana was moved by the gesture and a feeling of warmth welled up within her.