Realizing what had happened, she quickly tossed the towel aside, spun around, and bolted off the bed.
"Don't get too smug! I couldn't care less about your little birdie!"
With a disdainful remark, she ran out of the bedroom barefoot, clutching her documents and laptop, grabbed her high heels, and sprinted towards the elevator.
Wrapping the towel around his waist again, Kris Cooper picked up the blanket that had fallen to the floor. He noticed a small patch of blood on the sheets and frowned slightly.
Realizing what it was, he quickly left the bedroom. He grabbed his phone and dialed Vera Wave's number, only to hear it ringing on his coffee table.
In her hurry to leave, that girl had completely forgotten to take her phone.
Left with no other choice, he had to call the Advertising Department.
Vera Wave walked into the office with her laptop. Hearing the phone ring, she rushed over to answer.
"Ashton Advertising Department."
"Come up."
"What for?"
"Your pants are stained."
