After all, Leslie had been around in the Orchid Club for so many years and had seen all kinds of men. She quickly conjured up a flirtatious smile, leaned in with seductive eyes, and whispered softly, "Lord, don't be so heartless. I'm just doing my job for money. If you kick me out, I'll have nowhere to go tonight. Can you really bear to see me... "
Baron Lawrence frowned and dodged her again, his face showing obvious impatience. "Get out, I don't want to say it a third time!"
Leslie had been rejected twice in a row, and she was in an awkward situation. With a hardened heart, she pursed her red lips and tugged at the ribbon on her dress.
The black dress fell to the ground like wrapping paper.
Leslie, with her proud figure and high heels, stepped over the fallen dress and approached the noble and elegant man...
"Lord, you really don't want me?"
Baron Lawrence's face turned cold.
