"..."
"If you don't cooperate, we'll have to resort to violence."
Tilly Flower watched as the other person pulled out a gun from their pocket, aiming it at the lock. A vein throbbed on her forehead as she couldn't help but marvel at how audacious Philip Shaw had become in Tung City, with even his subordinates casually drawing guns in public.
She swiftly opened the door, her expression extremely cold, and with an icy tone, she scoffed, "What do you think you're doing? Who allowed you to just shoot without knocking?"
The other person saw her face and seemed surprised to find her here, pausing for a moment, "Miss Flower, you..."
Tilly interrupted him, "Norris is an artist I just signed. I'm her manager, so you should talk to me first—what do you want with her?"
The man's eyes roamed across her face.
