Samuel's facial expression instantly became amusing, as if he had not expected Lindsey to scheme like this. He then took a seat.
He also freed himself from previous politeness on the other side of the big round table, his legs crossed and a cigarette lit between his lips, sticking around for the show.
The VIP room was huge. Samuel was several yards away from Jackson.
Samuel looked at the girl, who had a fairly womanly figure. She would definitely end up sitting on Jackson's lap if she failed to overpower her mother.
This man's lap was not for every woman. It was a sensitive and dangerous place!
Jackson was sitting on the dark brown leather sofa. He had been smoking since they came in, and now the cigarette between his slim fingers was on the verge of burning out.
He raised his indifferent eyes to glance at Lindsey, who pushed her daughter towards him.