Even though he was smiling, Randell still felt chills shooting up from the soles of his feet, and his back was already slick with cold sweat.
"Young Master, don't make things hard for me, just go back this once, okay?…" Randell was practically begging, brows knotted tight, looking like he was about to cry but couldn't.
Lorraine Hanson kept that cold sneer on his face, but his handsome features showed no anger. "You're the one making things hard for me!…"
Arms folded over his chest, he reminded him, "Wasn't it enough that the last time I went back you arranged a naked woman in my room?… Turn this thing around, I'll call the Old Madam myself, I won't make things difficult for you!"
As he spoke, he walked straight over and sat in the co-pilot seat, reaching out to touch a button on the control panel.
