On the other hand, Marisa looked up and saw the person who walked in and a smile appeared on her face, "You're here."

She put down the glass of wine she was holding and stood up to walk towards the visitor.

"What exactly do you want?" The man's voice, however, was cold and icy, as if he wanted to freeze her.

"Alex , is that how you hate me now?" Marisa didn't care how Alex Brown spoke to her, and leaned forward slightly, almost leaning on him, while she pressed the button in her hand.

The smell of alcohol from her body filled Alex Brown' nostrils, making him frown.

Marisa...