In a corner of the lobby, behind a wall of plants.
Hashimoto Maya slowly sipped the iced black tea in his cup and, hearing that, snorted in his heart: What do you know? If I don't bring in a few people with strong connections, how am I supposed to gather enough victims and culprits?
Just thinking that, he heard the actress at the counter say to the store manager, "Open another room for me. I don't want to stay with that man."
The store manager hesitated. "But the other rooms might not be as good as the ones reserved in advance."
The actress's husband sighed and took the initiative to say, "Let Chizuru use our original double suite. Just open any room for me."
Since the guests saw no problem with it, the store manager could only say, "All right."
The actress had vented at her husband, but her anger still had not gone down. "Take my luggage up for me. I'm going back to my room."
She snatched the key from the middle-aged man's hand and walked toward the stairs to one side, cursing as she climbed the steps. "There isn't even an elevator. What kind of lousy hotel is this! The organizers must be broke and pretending to be rich..."
No one in the lobby dared make a sound, not until her stream of curses gradually receded and finally disappeared around the corner at the top of the stairs.
After the surroundings quieted again, Conan let out a sigh of relief. "She's way too different from how she is on tv."
Suzuki Sonoko paid more attention to the entertainment circle than he did. "Actually, there used to be a lot of dirt about her bad temper. When she was young, she even made the headlines because of it