James nodded, hugging Afra Gracen's shoulders, "Of course it's true, go pick a room quickly."
Afra glanced at Sylvia Thompson lying on the floor and continued, "But can she agree with this?"
"This is my house! What right does she have to disagree?" James glanced at Sylvia, "If she dares to say no, watch me slap her to death!"
After all, Sylvia Thompson was his biological daughter!
Even Sylvia's life was given to her by him, not to mention a house.
"Alright!" Afra immediately ran over to choose a room without even changing her shoes.
Looking at the footprints left on the carpet.
Sylvia could hardly tolerate it anymore.
This was her house!
Why would she let a gambling addict like James and a wretched woman like Afra move into her house?
"Get out! Get out of my house!" Sylvia got up from the floor, pointing at the door and shouted: "Get out!"
James pretended not to hear her, opened the refrigerator door, and took out an apple to munch on.