Chapter 73
Tara wheeled the meal cart out of Lance's room, her pace measured. As soon as she was in the hallway, she deleted his number from her phone.
Russell was known for his unyielding inspections, meticulously checking housekeepers' phones for the boy band members' contacts. He enforced the rules with strict discipline.
With the group set to return to their home country in a week, Tara couldn't risk forgetting to remove the number later. The consequences could range from a pay deduction to a hefty breach-of-contract penalty—neither of which she could afford while saving her salary.
Pushing the cart, she calmly approached Soren's room. She paused to take a few deep breaths before knocking lightly.
As expected, Soren opened the door himself. Tara avoided his intense gaze, focusing instead on her task. "Mr. Farrell, I've brought your dinner," she said politely.
Soren shifted aside just enough for her to enter. His heated stare followed her as she wheeled the cart into the room.
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