"Jordan Astley." She opened her mouth and glanced at the table with several empty bottles of whisky. She was not afraid that her stomach could not stand it even if she drank it like this.

Hearing the sound, he slightly trembled his long black eyelashes, slightly opened a crack in his eyes, and his cold and indifferent eyes swept at her.

There was a bit colder in the original calm atmosphere, and the way he looked at her became more and more disgusted. Probably she thinks that she is annoying him.

His thin lips open gently, and his voice is low and cold, "Get out."

She sighed, knowing that he...