Accompanied by the sharp RIP of fabric, Julian Ainsworth's lecherous voice grated against her ear:
"Seraphina Quinn, you're just a slut who's been passed around by countless men, so stop pretending to be so pure! I've lit a seductive scent in this room. Soon, I'll have you begging me to fuck you!"
Alarm bells screamed in Seraphina Quinn's head.
She took a deep breath, forcing herself to remain calm as she spoke.
"Julian Ainsworth, with the Archer Family's current wealth, you could easily keep a whole stable of women for your amusement. But if you touch me today, believe it or not, the entire Archer Family will go down with you."
High on whatever he had taken, Julian Ainsworth had already lost all reason.
He hadn't just been lusting after her for a moment; he'd been craving a piece of Seraphina Quinn for a full five or six years.
