"Let's go back to the hotel, I'm exhausted." The woman's voice came weakly, "I want to book a flight back home for tomorrow morning."
"You've been looking like a walking corpse these days, still grieving over your old man? Didn't they save him? Who are you putting on that face for?"
"Don't mention my dad." Her voice was frail and full of sorrow, "Let me go back to the hotel, okay? I'm really tired."
"Joan Harry, I can't stand seeing you like this! Get out!"
Inside, the sound of smashing and banging could be heard, like cups, bottles, and plates being shattered!
The commotion must have been so loud that the waitstaff were already hurrying over.
Jasmine Yale wasn't familiar with the two people in the room, and she didn't want them to see her, so she quickly lowered her head and hurriedly walked back to her own room.
The sound of smashing was shocking, and Jasmine wondered how Joan got involved with such a man.
And, did Yacob Harry go bankrupt?
