Upon hearing those words, Victoria instinctively raised her hand, wanting to slap him hard across the face,
But her hand was caught by Harry Collins just as she reached out.
"You're not the only woman who wants to slap me, but let me tell you, any woman who dares to slap me in the face won't end up well."
"You... you bastard!"
With a disdainful look on his face, Harry Collins said, "In consideration of your beauty, I'll give you one more lesson. You should know that besides sex, the relationship between men and women is about interests. I, Third Young Master Collins, will never take responsibility for a low-class woman like you."
"You're shameless!" Amelia Wilson clenched her fists. If she had a knife in her hand, she would have stabbed Harry Collins without hesitation.
Harry lifted her chin and casually said, "If you think you've been wronged, you can name a price. I, the Third Young Master Collins, have never been stingy when it comes to money and women."
