From the moment she appeared, it was destined that she would be a pawn, subject to Sheldon Yale, unable to control her own fate...
Tania Thompson looked at Chester Yale, who clearly had no intention of speaking to her anymore, and with a forlorn retraction of her gaze, she bit her lip and then lowered her voice.
"Mr. Chester, if you want to deal with Sheldon Yale, you have to be careful of one person..."
-
In the private room of an exclusive clubhouse.
A man exuding evil to the extreme was leaning lazily against a luxurious leather sofa, his slender legs casually crossed.
His linen-colored short hair was brushed back casually, with bangs scattered over his smooth forehead, shielding the mischievous look in his eyes.
At the moment, he was dressed in a red suit, leisurely holding a wine glass and savoring the red wine inside the cup.
