[Lucia is quick on her feet. She's got something.]
[It's just some tricks, exploiting loopholes in the rules. Nothing to be proud of.]
The room was top-notch, with carpets, sofas, air conditioning, and a bathtub.
After a while, the doorbell rang.
All three people showed up.
Renee looked at me with big, pitiful eyes, biting her lip. "Lucia, could you let Adrian have this room? He's been sick and can't stand the wind."
I crossed my arms and looked at her with a half-smile. "So, you're suggesting I go sleep in a tent by the sea, let him have the bed, and ignore the director's rules?"
At my words, Renee's eyes immediately reddened, her voice becoming tearful. "I asked the director, and he told me to discuss it with you. It's all my fault for being too dumb to complete the task with Owen. Otherwise, they could've stayed in one room."
Tears streamed down her cheeks like a waterfall.
Her pitiful look could move anyone.
The comments exploded.
[Poor Renee. Doesn't Lucia have any sympathy? She knows Adrian is sick and still won't give up the room. How heartless!]
[So disgusting. Can Lucia just leave the show? She's so classless. Renee is crying because of her.]