The assistant froze, startled.
The man in front of him had an extraordinary presence and a tall, impressive stature, clearly not an ordinary person. But he was wearing a white mask, which was quite intimidating.
"Emily..."
Emily smiled apologetically at the assistant. "Sorry, just give him my luggage. This is my fiancé."
The assistant suddenly understood. "I see. He’s wearing a mask—could he be a celebrity too?"
Emily said, "You guys go up first. We’ll handle my luggage."
"Alright, we’ll go find Amanda then. Emily, are you staying at this hotel tonight?"
Was she the type to forget work once she had a man?
"I..."
"She’s not staying here," Mr. Satan had already taken her luggage, speaking softly. "I’ll inform Amanda. Thank you for taking care of Emily on the way."