"Instead of setting your sights on Stella Sterling, you should find another powerful man to depend on!"
As he spoke, his gaze roamed incessantly over the woman's full figure.
Admittedly, her complexion was terrible, she had a certain smell about her, and it was clear her hair hadn't been looked after in a long time.
But you could tell she had good facial features—a real stunner.
And her figure was fantastic.
The woman with long, wavy hair was disgusted by his leering gaze. She shot him a glare, then scoffed, "The powerful man you mentioned... you don't mean yourself, do you?"
"Tch, a guy like you is probably weaker than me. You want me to rely on you? What are you going to protect me with then? By letting me watch you kneel and beg for mercy?"
The woman's tone was filled with undisguised mockery.
The man's face turned ashen. His breathing grew ragged. After a long moment, he continued, "Of course I wasn't talking about myself. I'm self-aware enough to know what I'm worth!"
