In the Hughes Clan's private club
The man in the black shirt had long since tossed his suit onto the sofa, his tie pulled loose, crooked around his neck. The buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a broad, muscular, and sexy chest.
Joshua Hughes's anger surged like an uncontrollable volcanic eruption.
When he pushed open the door to the room and saw her leaning against the window, blowing air softly from her small mouth, a white mist formed on the glass, faintly showing the word "far." At that moment, he almost wanted to tear her apart, to pry open her mind and see what on earth she was thinking. But he couldn't bring himself to do it.
He had to leave that room immediately, or he might actually kill Avery Jane.
