She watched as Abraham Redington finished speaking in a low, cold voice and then turned to walk out the door.
His silhouette looked so desolate and lonely, totally different from the proud and aloof image he had in the past.
Molly Wellington suddenly called out to him: "Wait a moment..."
Abraham Redington abruptly stopped, turned his head, and looked at the woman who had called him.
A hint of light shone in those deep blue eyes.
Molly Wellington pointed to the nearby window, trying her best to remain indifferent, not to soften: "You... go through the window. It's easy to run into my colleagues outside."
Abraham Redington: "..."
*
That night, Abraham Redington returned to the third floor.
The entire third floor of the villa belonged to his private domain.
This coastal villa was designed by a world-renowned Master James, and the private space on the third floor was spacious and comfortable.
