On the other side, Violet Don was forcibly dragged into an empty private room by Graham Frye, who then pushed her down onto the sofa with great force, his large hand tearing at the fabric of her dress.
Violet's eyes were red with tears. Why had Graham turned into what he was now? Had the cultured and gentle man she knew just been an act?
Graham seemed to see right through what Violet was thinking, his laugh cruel and his handsome face twisted with malice, "Yeah, if I hadn't wanted to play with you, why would I bother acting like a good friend? I've realized you're nothing but a whore! There's no need to put in so much effort and genuine feeling to cultivate a relationship!"
These words were undoubtedly an insult to her, and Violet struggled fiercely, "Let go of me!"
"Been slept with by Noah Bates, by Grayson Sutton, and then there's that man from the photos, god knows where he came from. Violet, who do you think you're fooling with this act of innocence?"