"You're overthinking." Stellan Sutton frowned slightly, turned his body to shake off his hand, "Your bar's security system needs improvement, especially in those secluded areas like the restrooms."
"Huh? Really?"
Simon Ford wanted to ask more, but Stellan Sutton had already left.
Eve Sherman had just finished treating her wound, and it was already close to eleven o'clock.
She looked at Stellan Sutton with some embarrassment, "I'm really sorry for taking up so much of your time because of my personal matters..."
Stellan Sutton shook his head, "You got injured because of me, I should take care of you."
"You take your time. I won't disturb you any further."
Ethan Cameron finally had a day off, yet ran back and forth several times and hadn't even had a decent dinner. His life, truly miserable!
After Ethan Cameron left, Stellan Sutton insisted on driving Eve Sherman home.
Eve Sherman couldn't refuse, so she agreed and gave Stellan Sutton her residential address.
