Hearing William's harsh words, Clarissa didn't seem to be offended in the slightest bit. She crossed her arms in front of her plump breast. "I would like you to help me get out of this place as fast as possible."
"What makes you think it's possible, Miss?" William asked back, his expression was still as frosty as possible. He always hated this kind of woman who would throw themselves to him. And even if he could figure out a way to get out of here as fast as possible, why would he want to do it?
Clarissa laughed languidly. "Of course it's because you're different from others, Sir. Please help me and I'll give you everything you want."
"Oh? What is it?"
At William's question, Clarissa tugged her own clothing and began to undress herself. However, her action only made William's crease even deeper and his face darker. Probably there were men out there who would love to have beauty threw themselves to them, but he was not included in them.
