Lilly Compton's face suddenly changed, and she looked at Carson Flores with shock.
"How did you know?"
Carson Flores, smoking a cigarette, nodded his chin toward the door. "While you were showering, you must have arranged things with the people outside. You cracked the door open when I was showering, leaving it ajar, and now they must be standing at the door, probably waiting for me to throw you onto the bed before they burst in, right?"
Lilly Compton froze for two seconds, then immediately turned her head toward the door and yelled, "Come on in."
The door was pushed open, and four or five men walked in, each exuding a fierce aura.
"Man, that's quite a flashy move."
The leader was a middle-aged man in his forties. After eyeing Carson Flores a few times, he pulled over a chair to sit down opposite him. "It's pretty straightforward. What do you think should be done about this?"
Carson Flores smiled and said, "Can you tell me about your relationship?"
