Molly Walker was screaming and deliberately slamming the door.
The only thought in her head now was to disrupt the sweet night between Isabelle Richardson and Michael Gallagher.
Even if Michael blamed her later, she could still put the blame on her assistant.
Molly chuckled, but she didn't notice that the door had opened.
When she saw who opened the door,
Her smile suddenly froze on her face.
As their eyes met, they both saw a hint of embarrassment in each other's gaze.
"Why are you here?" Michael squinted his eagle-like eyes a bit.
"Michael, who's here?" Isabelle came out, her clothes messy. When she saw Molly, she quickly covered her small mouth, blushed and hid behind, "Miss Walker, what are you here for in the middle of the night?"
There was a hint of annoyance and accusation in Isabelle's tone.
Molly stood where she was, not knowing what to do out of awkwardness.
Did... did they already finish?
Was she late?
