"Miss, watch your walk." Alfred Marcus clenched the document in his hand and curved his lips scornfully. There was no reproach in his language, but full of mockery.

Sherry humbled his face, whispered sorry and hurried back to the room.

With a bang, the room in the West Wing was tightly closed.

Alfred Marcus looked at it in unknown so, turned and continued downstairs: "What happened to her?"

Xie Jingchuan slowly walked in, languid sitting on the sofa legs gracefully ...