Sophie Smith reached out to block the slightly glaring light and then sat up on the bed, her gaze falling towards the doorway.
Nolan Davis's tall figure blocked the door. Seeing her awake, a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth as he slowly approached her bedside.
"Mr. Davis..."
Sophie faintly felt that the atmosphere was somewhat off.
She guessed in her heart, was he angry?
Because his current demeanor was somewhat similar to when Asher Land got angry before.
Within a ten-meter radius, she could feel that eerie chill.
Sophie thought she had concealed her meeting with Asher Land well enough today, so Mr. Davis shouldn't have noticed.
There was a strong smell of alcohol on him, and his steps weren't very steady as he approached; she thought he must be drunk.
"Mr. Davis, what happened to your hand?" Sophie anxiously got out of bed and glanced at his hand, which had dried blood and seemed to still have pieces of glass embedded in it.
