"What's this nutjob babbling about?" Matilda Murphy's brows furrowed, her fists clenched.
"Me, a lunatic?" The man grabbed the phone from the bedside table, yelling at Matilda, "Aren't you Miss Mu? Aren't you the pimp who arranges for us to have fun with female celebrities? Didn't you just take my deposit this afternoon? Promising to deliver fresh goods tonight?"
Matilda's face was darker than the night outside.
Victoria wore a confused expression.
Was this man mentally out of sorts?
Right, room 608 had not been opened before, how did he get in here?
The man went on and on, but all Matilda did was reach for Victoria's hand, saying, "Let's go."
"Run? No chance! " The man rushed over from behind, grabbing Victoria and tried to drag her to the bed.
Victoria cried out in fright.
Matilda quickly stepped forward to pull apart this middle-aged man who called himself Director Liu.
