Hector Vaughn refused to believe it. She was just a tiny slip of a girl; how could a grown man like him be unable to open the door!
The veins on Hector Vaughn's forehead bulged as he tried to force the door open, but it was as if it were glued shut, not budging an inch.
"Oh my. I never realized you were so weak, senior," Aurora Sterling said with a smirk. "When a man is this feeble, it must mean he's been fooling around instead of doing anything respectable."
At Aurora's words, the other guys in the private room all stared at Hector Vaughn in shock, many of their gazes tinged with disdain.
'Who would've thought that a tall, strapping guy like Hector Vaughn would be so outmaneuvered by a little girl that he couldn't even open a door? What's the point of being so handsome if he's all show and no go?'
Clearly provoked by Aurora's words, Hector Vaughn glared at her. "Open this door right now, or don't blame me for getting rough!"
