Stomp on Your Broken Heart With Our Babies

A touch of vexation flashed through Sebastian's eyes, "Dumb ass, your phone."

Oh, Bonnie remembered that her phone was still in the room. But it was just a phone. She could retrieve it herself. Why was Sebastian going?

Before Bonnie could ask him, he was heading to the entry.

Mrs. Musser had been waiting for a long time on the other side. Seeing that Sebastian was coming to her, she smiled instantly, "Mr. Grant, the club was run by my husband. If you would love a drink, why don't you come in?"

Sebastian paid no heed to what she was saying. He just glanced backward, "Come."

Bonnie hastened her steps. Following Sebastian, she returned to the room.

Some ladies in the room, who was in the hugs of young men while Sebastian came in, instantly straightened themselves. Mrs. Musser was scared because she did not expect Sebastian to enter their room.

"Mr. Grant, we sent these guys here. It has nothing to do with Mrs. Grant." She explained

think you won't shift

said in a

Musser sighed with

Sebastian urged Bonnie,

take out her handbag

were leaving, Mrs. Musser promised, "Mr. Grant, I promise this is the last time we

there will be no next time." He left these last

only some ladies left on the spot,

they received

you done? Why the Grant Group would purchase my company because of you?

their ears. Their eyes were filled with

Sebastian meant. There was no next time. Now that they were bankrupted, they would have no financial support to hang out

the road. Bonnie, sitting in the shotgun seat, was staring at Sebastian while her fingers were fidgeting with

her eyes. She could not get rid of it and now