Chapter 707 Fractured Armor

• Kyla Corbyn’s pretty eyebrows furrowed. “What the hell do you want to do? Didn’t I already give you the agreement? Didn’t you also promise that these three months would be my time alone with Nelson?”
• Martin Weiss was silent. Even he did not know what he wanted to do! He was restless at the company and kept thinking about the scene from last night, so he impulsively came over.
• “What the hell happened last night? Was it really you who slapped Paisley in the face?” Martin Weiss found an excuse to justify his coming here.