No matter how much you break, he won't feel sorry!
After the smashing, Isabella sat back on the sofa and started eating voraciously, as if she was very hungry, eating whatever she saw.
"Hmm, that's more like it."
Julian hoped his woman would be good to herself: eat when she wants, sleep when she wants, just like this, carefree, until old age.
Only then could he concentrate on his work, shifting his gaze from the surveillance footage to the pile of contracts in front of him...
...
The presidential suite on the top floor.
Isabella had already eaten more than half of the food, some fruit plates revealing the shiny bottoms.
"Master, your appetite is wide open today~" Grebo said incredulously.
"Otherwise, how could I deceive others?" Isabella chuckled awkwardly.
"Hehe, it's tough for you, Master~~" Grebo knew what she wanted to do and smiled, "By the way, how long until that female server returns?"
"It won't be long." Isabella confirmed.
