20. A Wink

I began a room tour, looking for a spot where I should store our belongings. My eyes lit up at the discovery of the walk-in closet, and my lower jaw hit the floor again when I found that there were already tons of clothes inside, even women's bags and shoes.

I flipped through all the hanging women's clothes, which were dominated by mini dresses, both casual and formal. Bags, shoes, and some jewelry were also neatly lined up here. All colorful, various trinkets, most of which I wouldn't be able to afford.

This is crazy. Could we have entered the wrong room?

I hurriedly got out of the walk-in closet, walking towards the door. Maybe Marco was still around. However, the first person I met was a man in a black suit (again). He had cropped hair and was well-built, but not much taller than Marco.

"Do you need anything, Miss?" he asked, noticing my surprise.

I tried to act as normal as possible. "Is Marco still here?"

"He just left. Is there something wrong?"

I muttered under my breath. Reali