Chapter 100 Just Treat It As Though You Were Bitten By A Dog

About ten minutes later, Sophia arrived outside private room 505. Sterling did not wear his suit jacket and was leaning against the wall smoking a cigarette. His good-looking face had irritation, hatred, and helplessness written all over it. They were faintly discernible amidst the smoke. "Sterling—" Sophia paused at a distance more than three meters away from him. Only after calling him did she walk up to him with the bag in her hand. Sterling glanced at her at the sound of her voice. Then, he put out his cigarette and threw it on the lid of the trash bin before asking with a frown, "Why took you so long? Did anyone find out?" "No." Sophia swallowed back the words on the tip of her tongue as she glanced at the private room. Her hand tightened as she held onto the bag. "Is Charles… inside?" Sterling hummed a grumpy reply and motioned at the bag in her hand with his chin. "What’s in your hand?" "Erotic underwear." Sophia’s voice was extremely soft, her face burning. It was not bec