"Did you hear that? My girl here says your woman stinks of mold!" Mr. Young took the cigarette from his mouth with his right hand, his expression hidden by the cloud of smoke he exhaled. All the men and women in the private room burst into roaring laughter.
Eric Kensington was naturally furious. It seemed Jenna Irving had truly offended Mr. Young. He quickly tugged her hand and hissed in a low voice, "What are you doing, playing mute? Hurry up and say something nice to appease Mr. Young!"
Jenna Irving bit her lip hard, took a step forward, and bowed slowly. "Mr. Young, last night was my fault..."
"Your fault? What's wrong with you? Are you wearing fake tits, or are you rotten down below? Ha ha." Mr. Young laughed wildly, then plucked the cigarette from his mouth and flicked it at Jenna Irving, his eyes turning vicious.
