The hallway was very quiet, the violent noise was particularly startling!
The middle-aged woman was stunned, her eyes flashed with fear, and her legs were shaking while she stood in place.
Sylvan Cheney's face was extremely unpleasant, his jawline taut, chilly like the winter ice.
His knife-like gaze stabbed into the woman's body, and she shivered for a long time, hurriedly leaving the apartment.
At the door, she picked up her things.
Fleeing in panic!
Jasmine Yale was also startled, dumbfounded as she raised her head.
She rarely saw Sylvan Cheney lose his temper like this; no matter what, he was quite the gentleman.
Just as she looked up, Sylvan Cheney slammed the door shut with a "bang" and walked over to her with large strides.
He stared at her suitcase.
Jasmine Yale was alarmed and quickly explained, "I didn't take your things, the suitcase is all my stuff, there wasn't a pen on your desk, I didn't take anything."
"Did I say you took something?"
