Clean, clear, but stubborn and proud, she now wore a charming dress, her hair disheveled and hanging loosely behind her, flowing like a waterfall.
She stood in the center, exuding a flirtatious aura, with her soft and languid posture, lazy and arrogant gaze, simply making her irresistibly captivating.
Emma Smith casually threw the shattered bottle neck beside her, and the broken piece fell beside the unconscious James Turner. He groaned, but Emma didn't even glance at him. Emma leisurely straightened her dress, held up her hair, and took high-heeled steps with her slender waist twisting like a water snake. She gracefully and elegantly walked up to Robert Thomson.
She was not far from Robert to begin with. Just stepping forward twice in high heels, and a turn, they were face to face.
Up close, he realized that her eyes were actually different from Charlotte Rodriguez's.
