Isn't It Typical of Me to Disobey?

He couldn't help but sigh that Leroy indeed had good taste. No wonder she could be with Leroy so long.

She was so special and fascinating for any man.

Reyna was still wary of him. Fortunately, Martin didn't do anything else to her, just sitting there quietly perhaps lest she would hit the wall.

Emily spent a long time finding a worker to unlock the door. The moment the door was opened, the sunlight spilled from outside as if bringing Reyna a glimmer of hope.

Only half an hour in the room seemed like a century for her.

Emily helped Reyna out of the room. Knowing that Martin was a client, she greeted him politely and left with Reyna.

In a black car in the distance, Viola saw the car move away through the window. She was so furious and felt the lock in her hands was a real eyesore.

In the end, she couldn't help but roll down the car window and throw it out hard.

Then she drove off.