"What do you mean? Are you into me or this outfit?"
The man's tone was suggestive, his breath grazing her face.
Tara Summer flushed, "Liam Yancey, you know exactly what I mean! It's impossible to have a decent conversation with you now!"
She almost shouted, her voice wasn't loud, but it was loud enough for those within a radius of a few dozen meters to hear.
At this moment they had just walked into the reception hall, the employees who had been working busily stopped their tasks, raising their heads in shock.
Everyone was astonished. Although they had heard of Master Liam's lavish fondness for Young Madam, they were still taken aback to hear her shouting at him. Their faces filled with an overwhelming fear.
Daring to shout at Master Liam, wasn't the Young Madam afraid of angering him?!
But contrary to everyone's expectations, not only did Liam Yancey not get angry, he even laughed deeper.
