"Good, good, very good! Lorraine Hanson, I hate you!..." She laughed a few times, covered her lips, and ran.
As she passed the staircase, she glared fiercely at Tracy before rushing into the elevator.
Lorraine Hanson, with a cold face, walked to the elevator. He changed the password, then leaned against the wall.
The man lowered his head without moving, fingers pressed to his temples, feeling a splitting headache. He waited for the pain to ease a bit before walking back to the sofa.
He collapsed onto the sofa, closed his eyes, and after a while lit a cigarette, smoking it quietly.
Tracy didn't leave, standing like a stake on the staircase. Seeing the man this way, she frowned slightly but eventually walked down.
"You..." She hesitated about what to say, thought for a long time, and felt she had no position to speak, so she turned around.
She wanted to leave but couldn't move her legs, stood for a moment, and then turned back around.
