Ariana was so anxious that she broke out in sweat. She took out her hand from the man's hand with a panicked look on her face.
"Miss Riley, Mr. Schmidt is drunk. Don't get me wrong. Then, I'll excuse myself, I have to catch the subway."
"Ariana, how old are you this year?" I suddenly threw a question.
She replied, "Twenty two years old."
"Lucas is thirty years old." I pulled out a cigarette and lit it, without saying anything else, then waved my hand to signal her to leave.
After seeing her stepped out and closed the door, I reached into Lucas' pocket with one hand and took out a lighter.
It was very childish, with a black and purple rabbit head painted on it. It seemed to be the recently popular Kuromi. I had never liked these things, but Ariana liked them.
There were several dolls like this on her desk.
I took out his mobile phone, entered my birthday and it showed that the password was wrong.
Then, I grabbed his wrist, unlocked it with his fingers and clicked on his WhatsApp account.