In her heart, she was already so disappointed in him.
No, not disappointed, she had already given up hope, she no longer loved...
John Fame suddenly rushed like a madman from his chair to the floor-to-ceiling window.
He looked down at the flow of cars and the bustling crowd below. There was no sign of Lissy Lock.
She had left.
She had said, see you in the evening.
Those eyes that were no longer lively, that low dejected voice, they all became scenes he now dared not think about.
Upon hearing such crazy noise from the office, Zack Shaw rushed in without hesitation.
When he opened the door, what Zack Shaw saw was John Fame's back facing the floor-to-ceiling window.
No longer standing tall. As if he was crushed.
Of course, he also noticed John Fame's hand hanging by his side, bleeding continuously.
"Mr. Fame... Mr. Fame... Is your hand okay? I am now..."
"Get out," John Fame's voice echoed, as deep as the bottom of a valley, "Get out, I don't want to be disturbed by anyone."
