Roman Vale stared at Eli Thorne, who didn't dare to lift his head. His heart felt like dry wood in an intense fire so heated that his throat was dry and the anger in his chest was difficult to calm.
That little trick couldn't be concealed from him. But what made him the angriest was after knowing that he was Six, Eli Thorne still chose to switch his card with someone else.
Did it really not matter to him?
Roman Vale sneered and felt that after a half-month's worth of hard work, he was still at a standstill.
Forever unable to move someone who wouldn't love you.
He lifted up a full glass of alcohol from the table, raised his head and downed it.
Around them, Maryline's girlfriends were cheering on the two of them. One was heckling and another was shaking the drum-shaped rattle. Meribale took the lead in clapping and shouting, "Princess carry! Princess carry!"
