Tasha Moore's complexion became increasingly ugly, the fingers resting on Sky Moore's shoulder almost digging into his flesh.
Being ridiculed like that by Tim Morrison, even someone like her felt she couldn't save face.
Tim Morrison didn't regard Mrs. Johnson highly, and even if she made a scene there, she couldn't get near him.
"Mrs. Johnson, do you have anything else?" he turned and walked toward the hotel, "If not, please head back."
Mrs. Johnson watched his departing figure with fury but knew that the few people she brought couldn't dominate the scene. If a fight were to break out, she would surely be at a disadvantage.
"Let's go!"
Mrs. Johnson shouted angrily to her bodyguards, "What are you standing around for? Go chase that taxi!"
But now, how could they possibly catch up?
In the dark and blind night, chasing a taxi whose license number they hadn't even seen was truly... an impossible task.
"How did it go?"
