Victoria Garcia looked at the playboy in front of her. Although he possessed handsome and charming features, he was undoubtedly a foppery scumbag. How could her sister have fallen for such a man who was all show and no substance?
Seeing her coldly sizing him up, Harry Collins didn't feel ashamed. Instead, he stood even more erect in front of her.
"Cold and proud beauty, have you seen enough? You've interrupted this Young Master's mood. But seeing that you're beautiful, I would be more than happy for you to put down the gun in your hand and grasp my gun instead." He smiled wickedly as he spoke, appearing utterly lecherous in Victoria's eyes.
Harry Collins showed no fear at all, and while speaking, he even imagined what the woman in front of him would look like without clothes.
Victoria's eyes were filled with disdain on top of her cold and sharp gaze.
"Do you want to leave with me clothed or unclothed?" Her voice was cold but clear, making it hard to tell if she was angry or not.
