Valentine Teller's heart skipped a beat.
It was Mark Reed.
Why did he come here?
Valentine quickly pulled back her hand that had reached for the doorknob, timidly watching the door.
Her gaze seemed to penetrate the door, seeing that cold face outside.
Her heart trembled bitterly.
He could always easily disturb her peace, just like now, even with just two simple words, he had already thrown her into a state of panic, her whole body trembling.
Calming herself, Valentine asked in a low voice, "Mr. Reed, do you need something from me?"
She thought he had let her go for a while, but why did he follow her here again?
Was the humiliation from the night not enough?
Did he need to step on her wound again and sprinkle salt just to make her hurt more?
Even outside the door, there was a powerful aura, an imposing presence.
Leaning against the wall, she heard the voice that was so familiar it made her heart ache: "Open the door, I have something to say to you."
