Orlando keenly noticed that he was sighing. "Jimmy, what's wrong with you?"
"I'm fine." Jimmy hesitated for two seconds and said, "Mr. Caffrey, you can go in by yourself. I won't go in."
"Okay."
Without any delay, Orlando went upstairs.
As soon as he opened the door, he sensed the pressure in the room, which was even worse than the rain outside.
Subconsciously, he held his breath. When he raised his eyes, he met a pair of cold and murderous eyes.
"Viola, it's already eight o'clock in the evening. Are you hungry? Is it because there is too much pressure in the company recently? What's bothering you?"
His tone was very gentle. Maybe she wouldn't know.
With a fake smile on her face, Viola waved at him and said, "Come closer."
Orlando walked over obediently and stood in front of her.
Without waiting for him to squat down, Viola grabbed his white shirt and pulled it away, exposing the bandage around his waist.