Christine's blood rushed to her head at Adrian's words, her mind exploding with shock and anger.
...A charitable whore?
All her life, she had been diligent and low-key - studying, working, doing research. Never had she imagined being described with such degrading words. The man's contemptuous tone and icy stare clearly conveyed how worthless and pathetic he thought she was.
But what left her truly speechless was that he wasn't wrong.
Indeed, how was she any different from a prostitute, coming to someone's office room and offering her body as a bargaining chip? She was even worse than one.
Tears welled up in Christine's eyes, a touch of red coloring the corners. Yet she didn't look away, enduring the pain of his grip while staring steadily at Adrian.
