Alaya stared at Marcel in disbelief and yelled, “I did it on purpose? Marcel, you’re a jerk! You’ll end up in hell!”
She went forward and wanted to slap Marcel. However, she was slapped instead, and she fell to the side.
At this time, the room door opened, and Denzel walked in with his gang. They had used the hotel’s backup key to open the door.
As soon as they walked in, Denzel chuckled and asked, “Why are you so angry early in the morning? Didn’t you have fun last night?”
Marcel threw his cigarette to the floor unhappily, gestured at Alaya with his chin, and said, “We’ve got the wrong person...”
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