She removed her earphones and listened carefully.
There were indeed knocking sounds.
As she got up, she wound the earphones around her phone while walking towards the door.
The moment she opened the door, a strong scent of alcohol hit her in the face.
Frowning, she looked up and saw Hunter Warren leaning on the doorframe with his face flushed red.
His gaze fell on her with confusion: "How come you're here?"
Seeing Hunter here obviously left Faye Townsend somewhat taken aback as well.
Recently, she had been running into Hunter quite frequently.
She stuffed her phone into the spacious pocket of her robe and looked at him.
Before she could speak, Hunter bluntly said, "What, Oliver Turner dumped you? So you've jumped into Henry's bed?
Impressive, you really don't lack skills."
Hunter reached out and pinched her chin: "You're really passionate towards men."
Faye clenched her fist, a frown creasing her brow, and she swept his hand away.
