Thad Drew waited for the nosebleed to stop, tidied himself up, and then prepared to leave. His gaze fell on Charlotte Barratt's face nearby.
Charlotte's nose was crooked, and her face was red as she had just been crying. It was disgusting.
"Totally useless!" Thad stated with disdain and walked toward the exit.
Although the room was locked, Charlotte still managed to let Jared Hughes get away unscathed.
Pathetic.
Thad had one hand in his pocket and wore a cold expression as he walked out.
When Thad left the hotel, the cold wind bit his skin.
Winter had arrived.
The weather reflected his mood - gloomy, desolate, and indifferent.
His left cheek, punched by Jared, ached. He thought of everything that had just happened and found himself laughable for the first time.
He was too careless. Betsy was now hypnotized by Irene, so how could she possibly care about him?
Thad pursed his lips slightly. It seemed he still had to deal with Irene first.
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