Only then did it dawn on Barbara. "Your... Your room is on the eleventh floor? How come?"

“How would I know?" Maria shot her an indifferent glance.

At that moment, the elevator stopped on the eighth floor.

Barbara awkwardly stepped out of the elevator and watched helplessly as the doors slid to a close with Maria still inside.

A hotel staff happened to pass by at that moment, so Barbara immediately stopped her.

“Excuse me!"

“Oh! Er, how can I help you, miss?" The hotel staff was obviously startled.

Barbara demanded, "What kind of room is on the eleventh floor? A standard room? Or is it Luxury standard-or even a suite?"

The hotel staff sighed in relief. It turned out to just be a simple inquiry.

“Our best suite is on the eleventh floor. It's called the Presidential

Suite."

Before Barbara could react, the hotel staff added with flourish, "Our guesthouse is comparable to a five-star hotel. In fact, I'd say it's a league ahead of those five-star hotels in the city. Our Presidential Suite is actually known for being the best one in the country.”

Maria was assigned to... The Presidential Suite?

Barbara felt as though she had been slapped on the face.

How could it be possible?!

How could the organizers put Maria in the presidential suite?

Was she qualified for such a prestigious room?

Both she and Maria had come here to represent the Jenkins family. If Mrs. Jenkins wasn't even able to secure her a more Luxurious room, how could Maria?

Did Canaan secretly upgrade Maria's room?

No, no way! That was impossible!

Barbara dismissed the idea as soon as it came.

Not even Canaan was capable of doing such a thing.

Could it have been the Sky Group? Did Anthony upgrade Maria's room for her?

“Miss, is there anything else I can help you with? If not, I'll get going now," the hotel staff asked cautiously.