368: Start tidying up Ella Kent_2

Need a cigarette to calm down.

Christopher Robinson's tone wasn't harsh, but his seemingly careless attitude sent a chill down Ella Kent's spine.

Glancing at the people present, no one seemed to think that Christopher's words were rude just now.

She forced a smile, her back drenched in cold sweat, but for the sake of face, she still mustered the courage to speak: "I had too much to drink, President Robinson won't mind, right?"

Bang— Christopher Robinson, with one hand in his pocket and the other holding a cigarette, kicked Ella Kent in the stomach.

It seemed that Ella hadn't expected Christopher to suddenly attack her. She crashed into the wine tower behind her, and in an instant, the glasses shattered.

Fortunately, the night's banquet hall had carpet on the floor.

The noise wasn't too loud.

Christopher Robinson's fury was ignited.

It was so quiet in the surroundings, you could hear a pin drop.

There weren't many people in the world who could ignite his fury.