After speaking, she quickly turned around and ran toward the restroom.
As she stood in front of the sink, she looked at her own swollen red eyes in the mirror—she really did look terrible at that moment.
She bent down, cupped her hands to catch some water, and washed her face. Then, she wiped it with a tissue, and straightened her hair that had been tousled by the wind. She looked much more comfortable now.
"Hey, did you hear, the young president of KM Group is getting engaged next month. What a pity..."
"Tsks, what's there for you to pity? Even if he weren't getting engaged, it wouldn't be your turn anyway."
"I'm just saying, after all, he's so handsome and wealthy! Who wouldn't be smitten by him? Aren't you?"
Inside the restroom, two South Korean women walked out, talking as they went. Although they spoke in Korean, Camila Walker found it quite easy to understand.
The young president of KM, wasn't that Clayton Howard...
