Parking Lot
Billy Allen stepped out of the elevator, his pale face flushed with shame and anger.
So many people, and that Ninevara Flynn had the audacity to humiliate him!
He strode forward, as if trying to escape this place. His once proud back slumped, looking utterly defeated.
What kind of people dared to talk to him like that.
Just because they designed better clothes, they think they're so great.
If it weren't for that woman's liking, this kind of person, selling clothes, wouldn't be worthy of carrying his shoes.
They dare to belittle him.
That Ninevara Flynn acted so aloof. Just a stinking woman who relies on men to get where she is!
Billy Allen strode forward, and after walking a distance, he suddenly stopped.
His chest heaving violently, gasping for breath. The hair held by hair gel had also fallen down.
He clenched his hands, his eyes bloodshot. The humiliation written all over his face...
