Chapter 322 I Call The Shots In This Game

• With this in mind, Hansel Fulbright threw the pen in his hand aside and rolled his eyes coldly towards the lounge.
• In fact, he had not been sleeping well for the past few days because of that woman. His sleep quality had completely deteriorated, and every night when he closed his eyes, the woman's features would appear vividly in his mind. Just when he thought he had finally gotten rid of her, she would sneak into his dreams to disturb him.
• So, Hansel Fulbright had not been sleeping well these days, and he was restless all the time. The dark circles under his eyes showed that he had been staying up late.