"Let go of me!"

Sherry's hoarse shouts surrounded the entire corridor.

After twenty minutes had passed, she was unconscious and unconscious.

"Lars, isn't this too much? In case Mr. Swift goes over ......" the head nurse came over, a little worried, "I heard that this woman seems to be Aaron's mistress."

"So what?" The Vice President looked contemptuously at Sherry being locked up in the tiny room, "As long as you don't say anything and I don't say anything, who will know she's being held here?"

The next second, her eyes fixed hard on the head nurse.

"Or are you planning to snitch on Aaron?"

"No, no." The head nurse...