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

said in a cold tone, clearly, he believed

sighed

Sebastian urged Bonnie, "Take

take out her

I promise this is the

since there will be no next time." He left

left on the

a few seconds later, they

have you done? Why the Grant Group would purchase my company because of you? We are bankrupted

panicked and could not believe their ears. Their eyes were filled with terror that soon

that they were bankrupted, they would have no financial support

shotgun seat, was staring at Sebastian while her fingers were fidgeting with the corner of

through her eyes. She could not get rid of it