Christopher Moore sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, like a king, looking down at Beverly Moore. It was a scene reminiscent of a high and mighty monarch interrogating a sinner.
"Who are you? What are you doing here?"
Astrid listened from the side, almost wanting to laugh. Young Master Christopher couldn't even recognize his uncle's daughter. She's at least his cousin!
This must have crushed the heart of this shamelessly audacious woman, right? Young Master Christopher doesn't even remember who she is, yet she had the nerve not to give up on climbing into his bed.
As long as Astrid is around, these goblins won't contaminate Young Madam's husband. Hmph!
Of course, no one noticed Astrid's determination at the moment; everyone's eyes were fixed on the woman collapsed on the ground.
Beverly Moore's eyes flickered hesitantly, too scared to speak. How could she openly claim she's Beverly Moore, his cousin?
