The servants on the other end dared not breathe in front of Jesse Rowan, although their master usually appeared approachable and easy-going, when he got angry, it was terrifying.
"The room number."
"Ward department, room 217."
"Standard room?"
"Yes..."
"Do I, Jesse Rowan, look like I lack money? Transfer to a VIP room!" Jesse Rowan's anger was overwhelming.
He threw the phone onto the passenger seat and fastened his seatbelt, starting the car.
The heavy rain outside had been falling non-stop for two days and showed no sign of letting up. The car plunged into the rain like an arrow released from a bow.
Jesse Rowan didn't even know what was stirring inside him. He just felt that his temper had reached a breaking point these days.
He was not someone who would easily lose his temper, especially not with women.
To his memory, he had never lost his temper with any woman, except Joan Harry.
