Chapter 167 Their Own Language

Charlotte was stunned for a moment. Her hand froze on the doorknob.

"But I don't need to remind you what price you have to pay."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man tossed his phone to the coffee table.

He was very tall, and the flinging movement of his hand was fast and powerful. When the phone hit the table's glass surface, it broke, and the glass table also cracked.

Charlotte was surprised and the door opened.

Shane was leaning to one side. His gaze fell on her without any heat. She immediately lowered her head and went into the suite, going upstairs without saying a word.

After a while, Charlotte heard a noisy noise from downstairs. She was curious, so she went out of the bedroom, stood by the bannister and looked down.

The hotel staff had come to replace the coffee table, and they apologized to Shane the whole time, saying that they had accidentally purchased an inferior batch of coffee tables.

Were they idiots?