Aimee's dignified and elegant face flashed with embarrassment. Born into a good family, Norris Moore's words were too crude for her taste. She whispered, "I do indeed have a crush on Trenton, but he has someone he likes, and I would never do anything immoral. Miss Moore, these photos were taken out of context, and I haven't done anything to hurt you since I've been with Trenton. Even if you don't believe me, don't you believe him?"
Hearing this, Norris chuckled softly. She turned her gaze to Trenton and spoke in a light tone, "I do trust him."
"Then, you..."
Before Aimee could finish, the previously silent Trenton raised his hand, gripping Norris's wrist. With a blank expression, he pulled her out of the room.
Aimee, anxious, could do nothing but watch Trenton lead Norris out of the private room.
In the restroom, under the bright light, Norris smirked and said, "What's with that expression? You seem unhappy."
"Norris Moore." His voice was deep, and his eyebrows furrowed.
