Chapter 89 Seeking For Answers

• Trevor lay lazily on the leather sofa, leisurely crossing his legs. He had a burning cigarette between his fingers, it was as if he was watching a farce.
• Queenie was tormented by a few wild men. At first, she was cursing continuously, but her voice became weaker and weaker until she finally fainted.
• "I really fucking don't have to go through a lot of trouble." The last man still hadn't had his fill of fun as he stood up, flustered and exasperated. He didn't forget to grab Queenie’s soft chest.