Adams Harrah's voice was still tinged with anger, and after saying that, he directly told them to get out.

Only he and Marisa were left in the room, and even he spoke with a hint of ambiguity.

He made a strong effort to sniff in Marisa's neck, "Ms. Miller's body really smells good."

Marisa gave a cold hum in her heart and went to another sofa and poured herself a glass of water, "What is Mr. Adams going to do in the future?"

She obediently sat on the sofa and kept her distance from him.

Adams Harrah straightened his shirt and coughed lightly, "That Ms. Miller will not have to...