Peter's brows furrowed. "What good news are you talking about?" he asked in bewilderment.
Debra smiled wickedly. "I'm sure you will like my good news, Sir!" she assured him.
"Just spill the beans!" he said irritably.
"Eh? Why are you so grumpy today? Why are you in a bad mood?" she asked innocently.
"Are you the one who entered my room last night?" he asked.
Debra smiled. "Sir, I told you that I'm not that person who entered your room. How can I enter your room when I'm so tired and sleepy after clubbing with friends? Maybe you are just hallucinating or having a dream or nightmare? Or maybe there is a ghost in your room!" she suggested, amused.
Peter sighed. He was furious that he can never make Debra confessed the truth. "What did you do to me, last night, woman?" he asked.
