Hearing Yancy Hastings's words, even Fiona Sutton, despite being usually thick-skinned, felt her face burn.
Fortunately, she had drunk quite a bit of wine tonight, and her face was already flushed, so no one could tell from the outside.
"What are you doing here?"
This was the question Fiona Sutton really wanted to ask. Yancy Hastings was too much. No matter what, he shouldn't be here.
Also, what kind of crummy hotel was this? They just let anyone in.
However, even though she hadn't known Yancy Hastings for long, she had a feeling that no one could stop him from going wherever he wanted to go.
Seeing her looking at him with interest, Fiona Sutton felt awkward and was about to get out of bed. She lifted the covers, only to see Yancy Hastings's bare upper body.
She gasped. "You're actually not wearing any clothes!"
Fiona Sutton was filled with rage and quickly pulled the covers back.
Seeing her reaction, Yancy Hastings smirked and moved closer.
