An unwanted hand snaked around her waist suddenly before the middle-aged man’s breathy voice loomed close to Tiffany’s ear, “That kind of sleaze won’t give you the time of their day, my dear. But I will. I know girls like you very well, like the back of my hand. You’re all looking for a sugar daddy, aren’t you? How about I be direct with ya, let’s spend some time together tonight. If you make me a happy man, I’ll make you a happy woman, starting from a luxury apartment.”
Tiffany’s face twisted into a glower a split second before she decked the man’s face hard. As a stark, scarlet handprint surfaced on his cheek, she shrieked hotly, “Fat chance if I’ll sleep with a disgusting horndog like you!”
Their altercation silenced the room instantly; every pair of eyes was now turned to the pair. At a distance, the conversational smile on Jackson’s face froze before he approached them quickly, “What’s the matter?”
The look on the middle-aged man’s face was of one desperately evading scrutiny. “M-Mr. West! N-n-nothing’s happened! I was just pulling her legs... Is she a friend of yours, by any chance?”
Shadows crossed into Ethan’s eyes. Silently, he shuffled his half-started step back to himself. At the same time, Jackson tilted his head slightly and bristled, “The door’s over there.”
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