Turstin Muller narrowed his eyes slightly, skeptical of Savanna Moger's words.
Remembering the Crystal Ashtray with bloodstains on the carpet, he released his grip.
"Fine, I'll believe you for now!" There was a fleeting viciousness in Turstin Muller's eyes, a voice from hell echoed in his throat, "Get lost!"
Savanna Moger didn't care about anything else, grabbed her cocktail dress to cover her chest, eager to leave, but her legs were weak and she stumbled straight into Turstin Muller's arms, soon losing consciousness.
When she awoke again, she was the only one left in the room.
Savanna Moger hurriedly left the hotel and went to the café where she worked.
Once upon a time, playing the piano was Savanna Moger's hobby, but now, it was her means of subsistence.
