Sienna Thornton entered the room angrily, sat on the bed and thought for a while. The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. Just as she was about to call Thomas Reed and ask him to keep his wife in check, someone knocked on the door.
She casually shouted, "Come in," and picked up her phone again.
"Pack your things," Simon Forrester said casually, leaning against the door frame with his hands in his pockets, his tone indifferent.
"What for?" Sienna Thornton glanced at him.
"Afraid you'll get beaten to death here by Thomas Reed's wife, I'll lend you a temporary place to stay."
"No need, I'll stay at my friend's place," Sienna Thornton naturally referred to Maeve.
"You probably don't know what kind of person Thomas Reed's wife is." Simon Forrester smiled meaningfully, taking out a cigarette pack from his pocket. He took one out but didn't light it, just twirling it between his fingers.
