Chapter 163

The next day, Black Rolls-Royce stopped on the side of the street.

Mark lowered the window, looked out, then withdrew his gaze and probed on the edge of death: "President Sean, the studio doesn't seem to be opening today. Madame should go on weekends."

Sean's thin lips pursed, and he raised his eyelids: "Did you say she did it on purpose?"

He said he would come to her yesterday, but she chose not to open the door today.

Mark could only smile bitterly in his heart. How could he know the reason for his ex-wife?

Sean took a deep breath: "You call her and ask where she is?"

When Mark heard this, he immediately took out his mobile phone, and after a few seconds, he whispered: "President Sean, Madame blacked me out."

Sean: "..."

At this time, Mark suddenly found a piece of paper pasted at the studio door, and he pulled the car door and took a closer look.

Above is a contact number, saying that you can call this number if you are in a hurry.