It was clear that Charles was furious, and Jack didn't dare say much. He kept silent and drove straight to the company.
Meanwhile, Anderson's starlet, who seemed like her parts had been disassembled last night and reassembled this morning, couldn't lift her arms, carry anything on her shoulders, or even control her legs.
By three in the afternoon, she was so hungry her stomach was clinging to her back, so she finally lifted the blankets, and the moment her feet hit the floor, it was as if she had been electrocuted and fell straight to the ground. Luckily, there was a carpet underneath, otherwise, she might have fallen apart again.
When she walked into the bathroom and saw herself in the mirror, she gasped; her chest was covered in red and purple kiss marks.
What a beast.
After this ordeal, Rosie Scott was already packing clothes to head to Beilin, where winter arrives a bit earlier. According to forecasts, it was supposed to snow in the coming days.
