"What are you waiting for, hurry up!" Evelyn Lucas shouted at the burly men beside her.
Those seven or eight men had long been drooling over Lily's beauty.
Such a stunning creature, people like them never had the chance to enjoy in a lifetime.
But now, the opportunity had come, even though this woman had a noble status and was heavily pregnant.
But Miss Lucas said, after the matter is done, a wealthy lady like her wouldn't dare to publicize it, especially with Mr. President backing her.
The men hesitated for a few seconds, then without any delay, lunged toward the sofa.
Turning around, the figures of seven or eight men surrounded the sofa completely.
Lily, sitting slumped on the sofa, was completely obscured.
"Ugh...get away..."
"Don't touch me—"
Lily's pained and struggling voice of rejection deepened the curve of Evelyn's lips.
She was just about to go up herself and take some indecent photos when suddenly someone grabbed her left wrist.
