Going out to play again?
Andrew Locke glanced at Nora Hart as she stood up, in her ultra-short skirt and high heels, her pale thighs swaying in the night. The eyes of the carefree young men frequently landed on her legs, looking her over with less than honorable intentions.
Andrew put away his phone, holding a cigarette and tapped some ash into the air: "Leaving already?"
"Does it have something to do with Lawyer Locke?" The disgusting smirk on the face of those lousy men annoyed her.
"You came all this way, aren't you going to eat something?"
"Seeing you, I lost my appetite."
"Is that so?" Andrew's gaze swept over everyone mockingly, then his eyes settled back on Nora's legs: "Who was it that said on the bed last night that I look delicious?"
Fuck!!!
Damn it!!!
Nora: ......
Andrew Locke, this jerk!!!!
She wanted to desecrate his ancestors' graves!!!!!
"Really? I don't remember that."