As the familiar, faint fragrance entered his nose, the man lost all reason and completely disregarded the consequences.
He abruptly scooped her up horizontally, turned around and strode out of the private room. Emma Benson leaned against the solid chest of the man, her small hands tightly clutching his collar as she gradually lost consciousness…
"Marshal!?" Inside the bar, the staff stood in several rows, watching Walter Schmidt carry Emma Benson out, all of them appearing shocked and their expressions somewhat odd.
Considering the marshal had just left carrying the president's daughter, what was happening now…
Moreover, what exactly was the relationship between this woman and him?! Everyone had countless speculations in their hearts, but none dared to speak up, respectfully watching the man enter the elevator…
