Chloe Grant vividly narrated, "Look, she was willing to sacrifice you for her self-defense. Who doesn't know how formidable your wife is, by then..."
Chloe didn't finish the sentence, merely let out a helpless sigh.
At the same time, the door of the private room was kicked open...
The manager's body trembled, and he hurriedly raised his hands, "Honey... I didn't do anything, I didn't... ah!"
Before he could finish his words, he was kicked away.
He fell to the ground, struggling to look up...
Standing next to him was a man, a stranger, yet extraordinarily handsome, exuding a strong aura.
He looked down at him disdainfully, as if he were looking at an ant.
The manager struggled to raise his hand, "You... you..."
Matthew Morgan squatted down, looking coldly at the manager, "Which hand of his touched you?"
His deep voice sounded as if it came from hell, sending chills down one's spine.
