C4 A Mans Hand Fell on Her Snowy Shoulder!

The lights in the room were dim, and there were about seven people sitting in the room. It was hard to see them clearly.

However, everyone's eyes were focused on her the moment she entered the room.

As soon as she sat down, Boyce impatiently put his hand on her shoulder. While stroking her, he picked up a glass of wine and brought it to her lips, "Rosa, you have to drink a cup of wine to punish yourself for being late."

In the dim corner, a gaze fell on the hand on her shoulder. The ruthlessness in her eyes was uncontrollable, and it started to crack.

Facing the wine that was brought to her lips, she would drink it even if it was just a bottle of wine, let alone a cup.

Rosa frowned and took the glass of wine. She raised her head and drank it all in one gulp. The spicy and stimulating wine made her stomach boil.

"What a good alcohol capacity!"

Boyce took the lead and clapped his hands, hugging her in his arms.

Rosa did not have much alcohol tolerance. In the past ten years, Lamont had infiltrated her life.

When she was drunk at the age of eighteen, he had lost his temper for the first time. It was the first time he had ever flared up at her, and he didn't pay any attention to her for the next half a month.

For this reason, she never drank again, no matter what occasion it was.

As a result, after drinking a cup of strong liquor, Rosa's face turned red. She wanted to make her intentions clear as soon as possible, "Boyce, I came to you today to borrow..."

Before she could finish her words, the people beside her started to jeer.

"Boyce, where did this angel come from? Can't you introduce us to her?"

"That's right, we can't just let you be alone!"

"That's right, even if you don't introduce us to Mr. Leach, don't tell me you won't introduce us to Mr. Leach as well?"

Mr. Leach?

Rosa's vision was a little hazy.

Boyce looked at the corner and immediately put on a flattering smile, "How could I? If I don't give face to others, then I have to give face to Mr. Leach. Come on, introduce us. This is Rosa, the most beautiful socialite in our grobridge."

"Socialite?"

"Hahaha …"

Everyone laughed mockingly.

In the corner, the man who had been silent all this time also smiled. His handsome and noble face revealed a mocking expression, just like everyone else was laughing at him. However, there was also a hint of malice hidden in his eyes.

He opened his mouth and said with a mocking tone, "Is the word socialite so cheap now?"

Rosa's heart skipped a beat. She immediately looked over and saw that the man was dressed in fine clothes. If he wasn't Lamont, then who else could it be?

He had just said that it was cheap...

In the face of humiliation, Rosa smiled faintly and said in a clear voice, "No matter how cheap it is, it is still better than being a white-eyed wolf who only knows how to bully the weak. What do you think, Mr. Leach?"

"…"

Lamont raised his eyes and looked over. A trace of coldness flashed across his dark eyes. The little princess was both beautiful and innocent. She also had a sense of ignorance. It was no wonder that she attracted the attention of the boy named Boyce.

This thought made him unnaturally displeased, as if his own belongings had been stolen.

Just then, the waiter came in to deliver the wine. Afraid that he would have to pay for the expensive wine, he turned the lights in the room a few degrees higher.

Only when his vision became clear did Lamont see her dressing. Her snow-white skin was covered in large amounts of dew, and a man's hand was on her smooth shoulders.

His anger was uncontrollably rising, and the man's face instantly darkened.

He suddenly stood up and took off his jacket, walking over to her beautiful shoulders.

When Boyce walked over, he was so scared that he immediately took his hands off the table and even moved to the side.

The atmosphere instantly became cold.

Rosa raised her head and smiled speechlessly. She raised her hand and threw the jacket on the ground. "Mr. Leach, women wear clothes like this to show off. There's no need for the jacket."

Lamont's cold eyes were filled with hostility. He bent down to pick up the jacket and forcefully put it on again. He threatened, "If you don't want me to get angry, then be more obedient."