Mary was brought in front of Monroe.
She stared at the sumptuous breakfast on the table, clutching her stomach in grievance.
"Monroe, I'm so hungry. Can I sit down and have breakfast with you?"
Jayce had said that Monroe would not be swayed by force, so Mary wanted to turn herself into a little cutie.
The veins on Monroe Hall's temples throbbed!
"Who are you to ask for breakfast if you didn't go home at night?"
After saying that, Monroe Hall threw down the knife and fork in his hand, wiped his mouth, and was about to leave.
Mary went forward and grabbed his arm. "Brother! I went back to my apartment yesterday to get my luggage! You Don't know, I didn't bring anything. My whole body is sour and stinky. Do you want to see a sloppy sister every day?"
The expression on Mary's face was sincere and pitiful.
Monroe was suddenly curious. How could there be so many different women in this world?
