Unconsciously, her eyes looking at Emma Smith gradually revealed a hint of imbalance.
She was confused, so was Emma.
She couldn't figure out what kind of situation Robert Thomson had brought her into today.
Looking at the chaos in the room - was this the infamous kind of party? Drug-taking, wild, and chaotic, her tolerance was still limited to the last time when she was talking business with Mr. Wright, not this kind of chaos.
As she was puzzled, she suddenly noticed a strand of hair falling behind her and turned her head to see a good-looking young man pressing a beautiful woman against the back of the sofa...
Maybe it was the couple behind her that ignited the fuse in the room, and soon, the voices of men and women were rising and falling.
Emma Smith's face turned red. Even though she had messed around with Robert Thomson before, she had never imagined encountering such a situation!
