Chapter 144 Stage Seven of the Bet,Fight it out 2

The door opened automatically.

Her heart tightened.

He opened his stride and stepped in lightly.

The room was dark. Beside the French window, a handsome and cold figure was shrouded in a dim shadow.

The man leaned on the ground lazily. He seemed to be careless, but there was a faint sense of deterrence in his voice. It was a trick used by the leopard, arrogant but quick and fierce.

A strong smell of cigarettes wafted through the air.

Shirley felt a chill down his spine. He locked the door and took two steps forward. "I..."

The second word was stuck in his mouth.

She remembered that when she resigned from him in the morning, she was sure that she would win the bet, but she didn't expect that she would come here at this moment.

In the dim darkness, she saw the cold figure, with a cigar between her slender knuckles, gracefully smoking.

It seemed that he was not surprised by her appearance at all.

Then, there was silence in the room.