"Get lost!"
Eva Miller shot him a glare, "Ha, Luke Land, are you overestimating yourself? You've slept with so many women, and now you're telling me you're clean? Haha, do you think I'm that easy to fool?"
Luke Land's face turned gloomy, the disdain and mockery in Eva Miller's eyes made him feel instantly suffocated.
Just as Eva Miller was about to leave, Luke Land grabbed her and tossed her onto the bed.
"What do you want to do?" Eva Miller still had that headstrong attitude, "What kind of relationship do we have that you would stop me from seeing a male prostitute?"
Eva Miller couldn't understand it at all.
"Can't you tell, you're quite desperate, aren't you?" He chuckled lightly, a look of contempt in his eyes.
"Of course!" Eva Miller straightened her back, planning to argue more, but she didn't want to waste time. Her mind had long flown to Oliver Johnson, she had no interest dealing with Luke.
