Stepping out of the bedroom to open the door, the living room was brightly lit, and as the door opened, light cast on the face of the person outside.
She was taken aback; that incredibly handsome face was breathtaking, and her heartbeat instantly accelerated. She covered her mouth, looking in disbelief at the man outside the door—
It was Lorraine Hanson! How could he appear here now? What about the Old Madam?
She craned her neck to look outside and saw no one else. The man guessed her thoughts and smiled, saying, "No need to look, it's just me."
"Ah? ... Yes, hello, Mr. Hanson." She put on a smile, cautiously inquiring, "Mr. Hanson, may I ask why you are here so late..."
"Is Tracy here? I need to see her." Lorraine Hanson directly walked past her into the room.
Annie was momentarily stunned, then quickly followed. She suppressed her voice and said, "She's sleeping. It's so late. Can we talk tomorrow? She's been exhausted the whole night..."
