Faye Townsend frowned at him: "Hunter Warren, what exactly is your sinister plot?"
"Sinister plot? Does my kindness really look that awkward to you?"
"Like a madman."
Hunter Warren slightly raised his eyebrows: "Alright, since you don't trust me now, I'll give you some time to adjust, but don't make me wait too long."
Hunter Warren stood up and left.
Faye Townsend grabbed her hair with both hands and leaned on the desk.
What's going on, what exactly happened.
She clearly wasn't drunk yesterday.
She hit Hunter Warren, Oliver Turner and Hunter Warren started fighting.
The bruise on the right side of his cheek was still visible.
She was not dreaming.
Why did Hunter Warren's attitude suddenly take a 180-degree turn?
What kind of ghost trick is he playing, could it be for revenge on behalf of Zenia Yates?
Thinking of this, Faye Townsend couldn't help but shiver.
No matter what his intentions are, she must uphold her own bottom line.