Chloe Simpson just hid behind the door.
As soon as it opened, she gathered all her strength in her hands, raised the broom, and swung it towards the other person.
Unexpectedly, the other person easily sidestepped, dodging it effortlessly.
With a quick motion, they grabbed the broom from Chloe's hands and pulled it back, causing her to fall forward.
But the man swiftly caught Chloe.
The familiar scent filled her nostrils, and Chloe was momentarily lost.
This scent was once so familiar.
They used to embrace each other every night.
If it isn't Alexander Johnson, then who could it be?
With a "click," the light was turned on.
Sure enough, it was Alexander Johnson.
"Haha, Young Master Johnson breaks into my room in the dead of night, what do you plan to do? If you don't have anything urgent, you'd better leave quickly. Otherwise, if the old man finds out, who knows how he'd use me as a scapegoat."
Chloe laughed coldly, breaking free from Alexander's embrace.
