"Miss Miller, you can’t go in right now." The maid kept waving her hands, blocking Eva Miller.
"Why can’t I go in?" Eva Miller craned her neck to look inside. "My phone and bag are both on the sofa in the hall. I need to go get them."
"But, the second young master, the second young master has instructed that no one is allowed in right now." Helplessly, the maid had to use her family’s second young master’s na to try and suppress Eva Miller.
"He won’t let in?" Eva Miller snorted coldly. "Damn, he’s really that petty."
"Just because I argued a bit with him earlier and said a few bad things about him? And now he wants to sever ties with ?" Eva Miller clenched her fists. "Fine, he wants to sever ties with , I’d love that, but let in first to get my stuff. There’s over ten thousand in cash in my bag, and I’m not giving it up cheaply to him."
"..."
The maid had a sarcastic smile on her face, thinking, would the second young master of the Golden Era Consortium really be greedy for the ten thousand from you?
"Are you letting in or not?" Eva Miller was getting impatient. "You’re really annoying. I’m just going in to grab sothing, it won’t take long."
Eva Miller didn’t care; she reached out and pushed aside the maid blocking her at the door, storming inside with an imposing manner.
The maid inwardly exclaid that things were bad, raised her voice, and shouted to give their second young master a warning.
"Second young master, Miss Miller is coming in!"
"Little Chili..." Luke Land stood up reflexively, his shirt halfway undone, stained with lip marks, and the woman beside him was even more disheveled.
Eva Miller stared at the scene in front of her with shock, her eyes wide open, unable to co to her senses for a mont.
She had just left, and he had found another woman?
Yet he repeatedly asked her what he should do to make her like him?
How laughable.
"Little Chili, you, why have you co back?"
"Did I ruin your good ti?" Eva Miller had a mocking smile on her lips. No wonder there was a maid outside earlier; it turns out she was his lookout.
"Luke Land, you sure are casual about the occasions when you’re in heat." Eva Miller snorted coldly, approaching the edge of the sofa and glancing at the woman clutching her chest protectively, a flash of sympathy in her eyes.
"After you’re done, go to the hospital and get checked out, just in case." She kindly reminded the maid.
She bent down, poking through the ssy clothes, and picked up her handbag.
As if recalling sothing, she looked disgusted and repulsed, swiftly taking out her phone and wallet from the bag, then tossed the empty bag into the trash can.
Luke Land’s brow furrowed tightly. Did she really have to be that ruthless?
After doing all this, Eva Miller didn’t forget to draw a slightly apologetic smile on her lips.
"Sorry, second young master, for interrupting you; enjoy yourself."
She walked out gracefully, in ten-centiter high heels, without ever wanting to look at him again.
"Get out."
He spat out a word, and the maid breathed a sigh of relief, hastily picking up clothes from the ground and wearing them, fleeing in panic.
He leaned against the sofa, his chest heaving violently.
"Eva Miller, oh Eva Miller, damn it, you really beat ."
His gaze fell on the bag she had rcilessly tossed into the trash. Perhaps at this mont, in her heart, she had also tossed him into the trash.
Would he ever be able to climb out of that trash can during his lifeti?
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