The room was eerily silent; apart from the manager's voice, no one dared to utter a sound.
When Crossley and her group entered, the bodyguards glared at them with intimidating expressions, their large eyes akin to copper bells. The whites of their eyes stood out starkly, causing the accompanying hostess to tremble with fear and quickly seek refuge behind Crossley.
As everyone noticed their arrival, their gaze shifted to them. The foreign director squinted and scrutinized Crossley from head to toe.
Crossley wore a simple uniform for the occasion, consisting of a white shirt and light purple women's slacks. Her demeanor was professional and commanding, and her lightly made-up face was strikingly beautiful. Though her expression was calm and composed, it exuded a captivating allure.
The man suddenly sat up straight and unexpectedly spoke fluent Chinese: "This lady seems to come with a strong presence, is she here to stand up for her?"
