Embarrassed by Iris Dalton, Anya Donovan's face darkened with anger. She rushed up and pounded hard on the door. "Iris Dalton, open the door!"
BANG, BANG, BANG! The door rattled, but the people inside ignored her.
Annoyed by the banging, Jude Shaw pulled a long face and said, "Stop knocking! We're here to have fun, not pick fights. Isn't there a lounge over there? Why must you fight her for a room?" After saying that, Jude dragged his suitcase away. He exuded a cold aura and looked very unhappy.
Monica Sullivan's eyes flickered. Stepping forward, she tugged at Anya Donovan. "It's so stuffy staying in the inner cabin. Let's go out to the deck and take pictures." She then pulled Anya away.
Only Robert Roland was left. He looked at the room Iris Dalton had entered, his grip on his backpack strap tightening. Then, he lowered his eyes, a subtle, dark gleam flashing in their depths.
