Even if this was Sean’s room, Sean still did not give Yvette true freedom.

Sean still did not believe her.

Yvette stood there with a pale face and looked at the device in Tate’s hand.

Tate gently put the device back in its original position and rearranged the sofa. He stood up and walked to a place not far from her.

“Ms. Quimbey, if it doesn’t suit your taste, why don’t you go and give the chef some feedback? That way, he can improve based on your suggestions. I don’t understand anything abo