Feeling jubilant about her achievement, Marga immediately rushed to her room. However, she stopped not far off from her room seeing Ace leaning beside the door with his hands in his pocket; looking bored.
Not knowing what's this bodyguard's intention was, Marga's vigilance heightened as she began to slow her steps and composed herself while putting her phone behind her. When she was a few steps away from him, she took a full stop and thrust her chin forward.
"Why are you here?"
Ace who was bored as for him, Marga took forever to reach her own room even though she was literally sprinting her way back there. Raising his head unenergetically, Ace's perilous gaze met hers -- which made Marga unconsciously step back.
He languidly held out his hand from his pocket as if he was asking for her to hand him something. Without a word, Ace tilted his head on the side seeing the oblivious expression on Marga.
"Wh -- what?"
