Watching Mia Foster's car stop in front of the hotel, both of them got out at the same time. Felix Shaw, eyes burning with jealousy, also turned off his car and strode over.
"Mr. Qu, have a good rest. I'll come to pick you up early tomorrow." A polite handshake with Mr. Qu, which he just released when a cold, warning voice sounded from behind.
"Mia! Foster!" Felix Shaw approached through gritted teeth, and both Mia Foster and Mr. Qu turned their heads to look.
"Mr. Qu, please go in first. I have some personal matters to attend to." Mia Foster smiled apologetically, not wanting anyone to see the joke, playfully eyeing Felix Shaw, but Mr. Qu didn't release her hand.
"Let go of my wife." Felix Shaw flung Mr. Qu's hand away and simultaneously grabbed Mia Foster's arm, pulling her to his side, his gaze filled with hostility like a protective animal.
