Chapter 148 It’s Torn, It’s Torn

• In the end, Eliana ended up being carried to the car once again. The look in my manager and my colleagues’ eyes as they gazed at me was as though they were looking at God himself, filled with admiration and adulation. Meanwhile, many clients were also inquiring after me, obviously seeking to experience the kind of enviable pleasure Eliana, who was now limp in my arms, had enjoyed.
• When I started the car, Eliana was slumped in the seat as she mumbled strenuously, “Drive me back to my place instead of the hotel again.”
• “You want me to drive you to Joe Wilson’s place? Are you hoping that he’ll kill me?”