Chapter 163
- The next day, Black Rolls-Royce stopped on the side of the street.
- Mark lowered the window, looked out, then withdrew his gaze and probed on the edge of death: "President Sean, the studio doesn't seem to be opening today. Madame should go on weekends."
- Sean's thin lips pursed, and he raised his eyelids: "Did you say she did it on purpose?"