Molly Booth's high-heeled shoes stepped on Cassie Jensen's hand and crushed it vigorously, successfully seeing that her face turned a little paler, and a few drops of cold sweat fell from her forehead.
She retracted her feet, brought a chair under her hands, sat in front of her and looked down at her, "Otherwise, who else do you want to see? Archer Bailey?"
The name was uttered by Molly Booth, and Cassie Jensen's heart twitched when he heard it.
"Cassie Jensen, look at you now, you look like a dog." Molly Booth smiled, "If Archer Bailey saw it, he would definitely hate you even more."
Cassie Jensen flinched in her thin body, closing her eyes to hide the desperation in them.
Yes, Archer Bailey hated her to the core, and if he saw her like this, he wouldn't know how happy he would be.
