Chapter 142

Bucky closed the door, but the door was kicked open, the door latch was broken, and even if he closed it, it wouldn't close tightly.

Bucky put the bag on the coffee table: "This bag must be yours, right?"

Alina glanced at it; it was indeed her bag.

She quickly picked up the bag, and the things inside, like the car keys and phone, were still intact.

Alina took out her cell phone. Yesterday, Ingrid sent her a few messages.

But Alina didn't have time to care about these things; she picked up the bag: "My car is downstairs in the hotel, I'll go first."

Although her clothes were a bit messy, Alina didn't want a man and a woman to share a room with Bucky.

Bucky didn't object: "I'll let the staff investigate this matter."

"Okay."

Alina said, not even bothering to look, just picked up the bag and left the room.

She took the elevator down to the first floor, then went straight to the outdoor parking lot in front of the hotel, found her car, and drove straight back to the apartment.

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