“Maxwell, what are you doing here?!”
Isn’t he supposed to be the president? Why is he here again? Isn’t he very busy?
He gracefully propped himself on the sofa and slightly opened the buttons of his black suit faintly exposing his muscular chest.
One had to say that his figure was well-toned and sexy; every inch of his body was on point and perfectly proportioned.
He just came from Japan today, that's why he appeared more tired than usual.
He wedged a cigarette between his fingers. A faint fragrance permeated the air in the room.
Shaina stood rooted to the ground. She furrowed her brows and questioned, “How did you get in, and… How did you find out that this is my lounge? Was there no one outside who stopped you from coming in?”
This road here was heavily guarded. How did he get in
