Chapter 82

Samantha didn't even blink at the odd look the front desk girl gave her. She just grabbed a hotel brochure and strolled out to explore. Following her instructions, Lucas headed upstairs to fetch the luggage, leaving the receptionist standing there totally baffled. "Ring ring..." After a while, the phone rang—Jessica calling to check in. "What? You're telling me... she booked the presidential suite just to stash her clothes and bags? Has she lost her mind? That room was reserved for Ms. Rivers! If she's using it now, what are we supposed to do?" The receptionist rolled her eyes hard and snapped back, "Please. The room was offered voluntarily, okay? And if Mrs. Perkins wants to keep shoes in it, let her. No rooms left anyway, deal with it however you like—it's not my problem." Jessica's face turned red from anger. Her fingers clenched around her phone so tightly, her knuckles went pale. That woman was way too slick. Jessica had tried to stir the pot a bit, maybe get Alexander and his wif