Charlie closed the door after stepping out and dragged Elsie by her hand, leading her into the private room next door.
"Why are you looking for me?" He released his grip on her as he spoke, his voice as cold as ice.
Glaring at him, she demanded, "Were you the one who did that to Gracie?"
Charlie turned a blind eye to Elsie's hostility and casually sat down on the sofa, propping up his legs. Then, he took out a cigarette to light it. "She brought this upon herself. Don't blame anyone else."
Meanwhile, Elsie was a little surprised that he smoked. In the past, she had told him that she hated the smell of cigarettes, and he had also expressed his disinterest in smoking. But now, looking at his skilled posture and the puffs of smoke coming out of his mouth, Elsie realized that she knew too
