The man chuckled softly when he heard her say that.
Honestly, this man was much more handsome than the average person when he smiled.
He reached out and grabbed Aldana Candi's hand, leading her towards the exit of the corridor, "Let's go."
Aldana, wearing the club's uniform, hesitated for a moment but didn't voice her intention to change clothes.
He led her to the entrance of the club.
He walked up to a silver Lamborghini and handed her the car keys, "Please."
Aldana looked at his wrist, which was still dripping blood, and said softly, "Do you want to wrap it up first?"
Philip Shaw smiled with a hint of humor at the corners of his mouth, "Wrap with what? Your clothes?" He flicked his hand, shaking off the blood droplets, then opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat, "I'm fine like this. Don't worry, if the car gets dirty, someone will take it to be washed. You won't have to pay for it."
