Sheng Miao closed the book in her hands, her beautiful face adopting a gentle calmness, "Miss Luo," she said with a slight smile, "I am here accompanying my fiancé to this social gathering. I read only because I don't gamble, to pass the time. Does that bother you too?"
Luo Qiangwei returned the smile, her tone mocking and drawn out, "Perhaps it does. I've never been one to suffer pretense… especially not from the murderer of my husband. If you don't gamble, don't take up space here. Just looking at you annoys me,"
As she spoke, she flaunted her pale and slender wrist, her smile radiant yet icy, "Someone, tear up the book in Miss Sheng's hands and throw her out. The more embarrassed she is, the better."
Two well-trained bodyguards immediately appeared behind her and strode over, each grabbing one of Sheng Miao's arms and lifting her into the air.
Her book was torn to shreds in an instant.
