Abigail Moore broke down and screamed, "Trenton Smith, what do you want to do? I belong to your father, and he won't let you get away with hurting me!"
Trenton Smith moved his body closer to the sofa, looking bored as if he was too lazy to talk to her anymore. "Bring her in."
Inside the room, the lighting technician and director invited by Trenton Smith had been waiting for a long time. A middle-aged man wearing only underwear sat on the bed and got up when he saw Abigail Moore come in.
Abigail Moore looked at the middle-aged man holding a DV in his hand. Her horrified face turned pale. She had seen this man in a porn magazine before. He was the best-selling director in the erotic world in recent years, and it was rumored that an A.V company had offered him millions to shoot a porn film.
"Trenton Smith," she was truly desperate now, "you can't treat me like this! If my...sister finds out, she will never forgive you!"
