Shirley Grant wore a cold smirk, indicating problems clearly.
The butler didn't say anything upon seeing her like this.
Anyway, she had been this way since she appeared here.
Back in the room, Shirley quietly opened the curtains to look over there.
This time, she definitely had to leave.
Gerry Peary must still be waiting for her.
Just thinking about this made her completely restless.
"Miss, come out for lunch."
Soon, the butler came over and knocked on the door.
Shirley lay on the bed, her face flushed red.
"Cough, cough, I'll eat upstairs today."
The butler frowned, opened the door, and walked in, seeing Shirley's flushed face.
Sick?
"Are you sick?"
The butler found it hard to believe, she seemed fine just now.
"Cough, cough..."
Shirley coughed painfully twice.
"It might be because of the sea breeze earlier, it's nothing much, just have the servant bring lunch in."
After saying this, she directly closed her eyes.
