Chapter 227: The Heat in His Hands_1

Finally able to see clearly who had come, Suzanne Trent's ears were still filled with the incessant sounds of men and women mingling in the room.

John Jackson, who was following behind, hurriedly stepped forward and closed the door to block out the nauseating sounds.

What was disgusting was not the two people in the room themselves, but the whole situation.

When it finally became quiet, Suzanne snapped back to reality and subconsciously reached out to grab Mason King's sleeve: "Are you alright?"

Mason King looked at her with his deep, dark eyes: "What do you think?"

He could stand here, fully dressed, obviously not trapped, so he should be fine.

But when Suzanne's hand accidentally brushed against his, she felt an abnormal warmth.