Slender fingers pinched her chin, and his handsome face drew nearer as he spoke word by word, "Hannah Hargrave, how did I just realize that you're so despicable, coveting even your sister's lawful husband. Aren't you afraid your peers will make fun of you for this?"
"Make fun?" Hannah sneered dismissively, raising her arm to hook Nicholas Croft's neck. Although she wore a cashmere coat, the car body was still uncomfortable against her lower back, especially in this position.
She raised her chin and drew closer, smiling seductively, "Who can blame me for liking you so much? As for the peers, let them laugh as they please. After all, in our industry, if you think about it, most are relatives, hehe..."
As she finished speaking, Hannah laughed coquettishly, taking advantage of Nicholas Croft's unpreparedness, she leaned in with her lips, but just as they were about to touch, Nicholas Croft grabbed her arm and threw her aside.
With great force, without a hint of pity.
