"Stop?" Lizette's voice was cold as she spoke in standard English. "You can't make the decision now."
Sam was shocked. "Aren't you from the Middle East?"
He immediately looked at the sofa at the end of the bed, and his expression instantly went out of control again.
Those bikini-clad beauties all fell around the sofa, seemingly asleep.
Sam stared at Lion and asked in Arabic, "Mr. Arafat, what do you mean?"
Lion did not answer him. Instead, he slowly removed his disguise.
He ripped off his beard, then used a wet wipe to remove his deliberately drawn eyebrows and the dark foundation on his face.
Sam was so frustrated when his true colors were exposed.
His anger made him want to rush over and beat him up, but the soreness and weakness of his body made him unable to get up after several attempts.