Amelia couldn't fathom why Lilian Parker would associate with such a scumbag.
The man, upon seeing her, still ogled her with lust-filled eyes, making no attempt to mask the salaciousness and shamelessness they radiated.
Amelia had a rather cold disposition, the type of stunning beauty likened to an unattainable flower perched atop a high mountain.
And when such a beauty drank too much, she became even more captivating to men, igniting their desire to conquer.
Especially now, with her normally pale and aloof face flushed a peachy red, her steps unsteady as she leaned against the elevator doors; her state resembled that of a drunken empress, vulnerable and alluring, inciting lustful thoughts and restless desires in men.
Amelia glanced at the two of them and moved her cheeks aside, shifting to the side to clear the path at the elevator doors.
