The door of the private room was opened at some point. Mr. Hens saw Paul standing at the door.
His black shirt and suit pants were illuminated by the lights. He was tall, giving people a sense of intimidation.
Why was Paul there?
Thinking of what Jasmine had said before, Mr. Hens was shocked and loosened his grip. "Mr. Clinton, why are you here?"
Paul didn't reply. He found the light control on the wall and clicked twice.
The dim private room became bright in an instant, and everyone and everything could be seen at a glance.
He saw Jasmine sitting on the carpet with wet hair on her trembling shoulder. Her face was pale, and she was still coughing violently. She was in a horrible state.
Paul kept quiet, but Mr. Hens' heart shuddered. He stepped forward and explained, "Mr. Clinton, I
