Oh, My Dear Mr. Crowley

"If I told you about his debts, could you pay them off for him?"

Matthew Walker found it interesting and asked, "For example?"

Vivienne laughed, "For example, after a one-night stand, he left without saying goodbye and took the other person's phone with him. Can you handle this kind of debt?" Matthew rubbed his nose and asked, "Are you sure you're talking about Mr. Crowley?"

Vivienne said, "This scumbag is not him. Could it be you?"

Matthew looked at Vivienne again. Is Sebastian short of money? He slept with someone but didn't pay them and even took their phone?

Matthew muttered to himself: "I'm really not that bad... Mr. Brown... This young lady wants to see Mr. Crowley."

James originally planned to hide when he saw Vivienne's figure coming out of the elevator but couldn't escape in the end.

James had to stop and turn around slowly, facing Vivienne's ink-like eyes.

"Miss Scully, long time no see."

"Take me to see Sebastian."

James was embarrassed: "Mr. Crowley is in a meeting today; how about another day..."

"He's in a meeting? What does that have to do with me? I just want to see him."

"Well... let me make a call."

James took out his mobile phone and dialed a number, "Hello, Mr.Crowley..."

He only said three words before the phone was snatched away by Vivienne.

Vivienne put the phone next to her ear and sneered: "Sebastian, did you sleep well last night? You ran away so early in the morning after having sex with me; were you worried that I would ask for room fees from you? It has been three years since we last met; do you still think my figure looks good? Did your mouth get sore after biting me all night? Do you want me to kiss it better?"