Chapter 237 Touring the Presidential Suite

• Anyway, without the crowd, I would be more at ease. After we entered the elevator, Eric turned around to look at me. “Give me your bag.”
• “Why?” I reflexively shot back. My trusty bag contained a laptop, a camera and the two water bottles that Georgie had given me.
• “Nothing. Just hand it over when I ask for it. Don’t question.” Then, he reached out to take my bag and carried it on him. It turned out that he just wanted to help me carry the bag. But the bag is not even that heavy. Is there a need to do so? I silently grumbled.