Chapter 200 Agreed

"I asked you, compared to your girlfriend Emma Campbell, am I not as pretty as her?" Helen Wilson clutched James Brown's arm, staring at him as she questioned.

James swallowed, scanned Helen from head to toe and thought that this policewoman was indeed on par with Emma in terms of looks.

Helen then asked, "And isn't my figure better than hers?"

James's gaze lingered on Helen's chest. Sensing where his eyes were fixed, she instinctively shrank back, but then she promptly thrust out her chest again.

Indeed, Helen's bust was one size larger than Emma's, and her figure was somewhat more voluptuous. Comparatively, it seemed Helen had a slight edge, which unintentionally made her declare, "Yours is better than hers."

Satisfied, Helen nodded and said, "Then what's stopping you from making me your wife?"