The two men assessed her, the air of seriousness spreading, as if checking whether her purpose was simple.
Tiana Thorne glanced around, this feeling didn't look like she was here to drink...
"What's the matter?"
A lazy yet bandit-like voice sounded from inside.
The bodyguard nodded: "The lady delivering the wine has arrived."
It seemed the bodyguard lived a restrained life, not recognizing her as the trending celebrity.
Thus, Tiana Thorne smoothly walked in.
She placed the wine on the table, then opened the bottle, remaining silent, without raising her head to look at Jameson Shaw.
At this moment, a corpulent man spoke: "Third Master, isn't this business you're discussing a bit too insincere?"
Jameson Shaw puffed smoke rings, his smile carrying a hint of banditry, yet deep inside, was endless coldness: "Bring all the girls in."
With those words, the door opened once more.
About ten scantily dressed women walked in, forming a line.
