Henry was drinking, not knowing which glass it was. Under the specific ambiguous yellow lighting in the private room, his handsome face was blurred and his emotions were unreadable.
His long and distinct fingers tightly held the highball glass filled with crimson liquid, his expression indifferent.
The man noticed that Henry had no intention of helping Emma out at all. He licked his greasy lips and continued with explicit flirtatious words, "Miss Emma may seem innocent on the surface, but her figure is hot and spicy. I like it. How about this? As long as you take off your outer dress to satisfy our eyes, we can fulfill any request you have!"
Her request was for Henry to agree to a divorce. Could these greasy middle-aged men help her with that?
Emma ignored the laughter of the bosses an
