Clark Stone slowly untied the coarse rope from Abigail's hands.
He wondered how long this fat girl would put on airs. Just because she served as a caretaker at the Piers, did she consider herself of noble blood?
Ridiculous.
Moreover, Clark Stone was confident. He knew how infatuated she had once been with him.
Now, all he had to do was make himself available and she would do his bidding.
With a triumphant smirk, he glanced at the direction of the camera, "You didn't drink at all just now. How about having a drink with me to lighten the mood?"
"Sure." Abigail looked at the opened bottle of red wine on the headstand and smiled innocently.
Clark Stone felt even more complacent. More than forcing a girl, he enjoyed those who offered themselves willingly. It was also more persuasive. In the midst of conversation, he untied the coarse rope, "Done."
Smack!
With Clark's words, a solid slap landed on his face.
Clark Stone was stunned.