"Miss Yeats, are you satisfied with this place?" Maxwell changed into a long camel overcoat, with the pink suitcase still in his hand.
Sarah's eyes rested on it.
She felt that the feud between Maxwell and Jason had something to do with the owner of this pink suitcase.
She kept calm and continued to deal with him. "You hold guns illegally and own a private armed force. Do you know how many years you will be sentenced?"
"I know it." Said Maxwell easily, "But, so what?"
Sarah frowned slightly.
It was really lousy cards that couldn't be played.
"Boss, he is here." Said the bodyguard.
Hearing this, the corners of Maxwell's mouth rose slightly, as if he was in a good mood. "Bring him here."
After saying that.
Jason was brought upstairs.
He only wore a white shirt on his upper body and looked a little pale, but even so, his cold temperament did not decrease at all.