Hearing her voice, Nathan Leafcastle released her, standing up straight again, squinting his eyes to take a closer look at her.
Recognizing that face, Nathan Leafcastle raised an eyebrow in confusion.
"You... Irene Spencer?! Aren't you supposed to be in prison?"
Irene Spencer sneered, "Mr. Leafcastle would wish that I stayed in prison forever, wouldn't you?"
Nathan Leafcastle furrowed his brows, "I don't care where you are, what are you doing in my house?"
Irene Spencer glanced around to make sure no one was paying attention, then immediately squeezed through the door past him and surveyed the surroundings before stepping over to the bar.
Noticing the empty wine glass on the table, she slightly curled her lips.
"Nathan Leafcastle, you're really useless, just drinking alone here?!"
"Get out!" Nathan Leafcastle staggered over, pointing towards the door, "Get out now!"
He wasn't in the mood to see anyone, especially someone like Irene Spencer.
