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Lance looks at her sarcastically and his meaning is self-evident. Andrea stands alone, isolated and helpless; she glances between the second button of his shirt and his cold eyes. He’s been in an irritable mood all day, and his injuries seem to be making him even crankier. She knows she should avoid upsetting him further, and she also knows that her presence will inevitably irritate him. “I’ll go to the staff rooms,” she says, without hesitation. “The damned woman would rather go to the staff dormitory than stay with me,” Lance thinks bitterly. The atmosphere feels tense and airless. Lance sneers cruelly and snaps his fingers. Immediately, Robert asks a bodyguard to lead Andrea to the staff dormitory. As soon as the doors to the presidential suite close behind Andrea, a loud series o