Lena Whitmore walked in high heels through the bright and wide corridor and entered the women's restroom outside the hall alone.
The bathroom on the first floor of Kiara Ford's house was decorated extremely luxuriously. Because there were always servants cleaning it, the spacious and luxurious bathroom exuded a faint scent of roses.
The moment the door closed, Lena seemed to collapse and leaned against the door, gasping for breath.
The elegance and arrogance just now were just Lena's forced disguise.
If it weren't for the acting skills and perseverance she had acquired over the years in Hollywood, Lena would have collapsed to the ground long ago.
After a while.
Lena Whitmore walked to the sink in a daze and looked at herself in the mirror.
At this moment, she seemed to feel a little strange about herself in the mirror.
