Trevor lay lazily on the leather sofa, leisurely crossing his legs. He had a burning cigarette between his fingers, it was as if he was watching a farce.
Queenie was tormented by a few wild men. At first, she was cursing continuously, but her voice became weaker and weaker until she finally fainted.
"I really f*****g don't have to go through a lot of trouble." The last man still hadn't had his fill of fun as he stood up, flustered and exasperated. He didn't forget to grab Queenie’s soft chest.
"Alright, clean the place," Trevor ordered coldly, he sat on the sofa and started smoking.
A few of them took out their white gloves very professionally. They rummaged through the boxes to retrieve valuable items and then arranged for them to enter the rooms to rob and gang up on others. Before h
