She hasty opened it to find all her stuff inside, including her phone.
"Your clothes are on the couch." Justin Battleson added.
Sophie Allen furrowed her brows, questioning, "Justin Battleson, what are you trying to say?"
Given that he took all her stuff, the manager, Mr. Chen, would undoubtedly believe that she quit.
"Blue Tone doesn't suit you." His voice dropped a bit, his face somewhat gloomy.
It doesn't suit?
Sophie sneered, "Justin Battleson, what rights do you have to intervene in my life?"
The man frowned, his dark pupils shining with a cold light, "Sophie, I'm doing this for your own good."
Sophie's face was indifferent, too lazy to argue with him.
In her eyes, Justin Battleson was a lunatic.
She picked up the silver spoon, bent her head and drank the porridge in large mouthfuls. In no time, the bowl of porridge and a glass of orange juice were gone.