Felicia examined the door, noting its intricate, ancient patterns—unlike any other in the hotel. The door radiated a mysterious, dangerous aura, yet felt oddly familiar. She struggled to place it, when a cold laugh echoed behind her. The sudden rush of cold air on her neck startled her in the dim light. Felicia shuddered, instinctively swinging her fist. "Bang!" A grunt of pain followed. She'd struck Arnold. Retracting her fist without remorse, she watched as he clutched his nose, his eyes blazing with anger. "Felicia! I can always give you a beating, even if you're a woman!" he growled. This was the second time; once at the Lawson residence's gate, and now again.

"Ha! But can you actually do so?" Felicia retorted, her smile not reaching her eyes. He'd claimed to beat her before, only to be thrashed himself. Arnold was speechless, his gaze falling on the presidential suite behind her. He sneered, "Here to meet your sugar daddy again? He gave you that one-million-dollar check, didn't he?"

It wasn't a question, but a statement. To Arnold, her presence implied illicit activity. "How despicable!" he spat, disdainfully turning to leave.

Felicia, insulted by his unprovoked attack, quickly caught him. Grabbing his arm, she mirrored his words, "Mr. Lawson, you find my being here despicable. What about you? Are you despicable too?"

"You think I'm like you? I'm here for business, meeting a partner," he retorted. Felicia laughed. Her hotel visits were disgraceful; his, respectable business. A perfect example of double standards.

A plan forming in her eyes, Felicia began dragging Arnold toward the opposite presidential suite. He shouted, "Felicia! What are you doing?" Ignoring him, she kept a firm grip on his suit, shoving him toward the door. Disbelief crossed his face as they reached the suite. "Felicia, do you even know what you're doing? Have you no shame?" he gritted his teeth.

"Get in there!" Felicia shoved him inside. A strong, nauseating odor—like rotten eggs or tear gas—hit him. He saw Clive, whom he recognized, leading a group of physicians from Harmony Medical Center. Clive, hearing the commotion, called out without turning, "Licia, I've drawn all ten fingers. Take his pulse again and see if the symptoms are gone."

Arnold froze. Was Felicia assisting with a medical case? Holding her breath, Felicia checked the patient's pulse, nodding. "All good, everything's fine now."