Mom?
Selim's face turned completely pale as he looked incredulously at Hannah Taylor and the middle-aged woman.
Suddenly, he remembered the man in the gray suit earlier, who addressed the middle-aged man as "Old Bailey"...
Bailey...
Both of them have the surname Taylor.
So, Hannah Taylor and the middle-aged man are father and daughter?
Not some kind of sugaring relationship?
She was completely stunned by this news and couldn't hear anything else.
"I really called it right, such an ungrateful wolf, stay away from her."
The middle-aged woman spoke, then looked at the security guards holding Selim, her face turning cold, she instructed:
"Throw her out, don't dirty my daughter's hotel."
"Yes, madam."
Selim didn't know how he was thrown out, nor how many laughs were aimed at him as he was thrown out.
Standing by the roadside, he felt the cold wind around him, sharp as knives slicing into his body.
