Truly an ignorant woman, blinded by appearances; if Harper Johnson had observed carefully, she would have realized that Joshua Hughes wore a faint, detached cold smile from beginning to end.
In those deep, inscrutable black eyes like ink, there was a profound and sharp gleam, locked straight onto Avery Jane's small face, his displeasure gradually deepening.
"Does Miss Jane think I, Mr. Hughes, can't afford this money?" Joshua Hughes' gaze suddenly became sharp, like a sharp knife piercing her heart, making her feel a suffocating pain.
His eyes were filled with alluring threat, and others assumed he was trying to win Evelyn Yates' favor, but only Avery Jane clearly knew what this man was thinking.
A playboy, such a man just wanted to taste a woman, and if he couldn't have a taste, he'd be uncomfortable, yet she didn't want him to taste her, not at all.
