'You do speak towards your boss.'
Anastasia smiled wryly, and she couldn't even help but brainstorm a large-scale story about Chief Boss and his personal assistant.
Michael and Greyven?
It's not like you can't get high ...
Anastasia was in the middle of a juvenile expression when she suddenly realised that Greyven was unresponsive.
Going up to probe him, oh, asleep, well, that's fine.
After all, hurting that tricky angle is a little less easy than normal.
Anastasia tucked him in, just took the mobile phone to play up, knocking on the door from behind her sounded, is the doctor to check the room.
Anastasia hurriedly moved out of the way to let the doctor come over.
'Wait!'
Suddenly, Anastasia saw that this doctor seems to have put some sharp objects in his trouser pocket.
Sharp intuition told her something was wrong with this doctor.
