"You've got some nerve! Why did you climb out the window? You know this is the eighteenth floor? Fall down, and you'll meet King Yan in a second!"
Damon Hawke looked at the woman, her clothes in disarray, speaking in a deep voice.
Of course she knew this was the eighteenth floor!
But wasn't she out of options?
Elara Don opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but there was already someone knocking on the door outside.
Once, twice, urgent and crude.
Elara was startled, instinctively clutching Damon's sleeve, "It's over, it must be Riveras Hayes' people! Gangster brother, please don't hand me over! Otherwise that lecherous old pig will skin me alive!"
The woman was full of anxiety, her small hand clutching his sleeve, showing a hint of dependence.
Damon's heart softened inexplicably.
"What's going on here? Riveras Hayes? Is it Riveras Hayes from Peak Architecture? Why is he after you?"
"It's him!"
Elara's face was filled with anger, "He's a downright lecher!"
