Gwen Boyce can't hold it anymore?
Tiana Thorne raised an eyebrow, her red lips curving into an inscrutable smile: "Miss Boyce, what's up? Suddenly remembered something?"
Gwen Boyce's expression remained unchanged, her hands clenched tightly, a smile tugging at her lips: "Miss Thorne, there's something I want to discuss with you alone."
"Oh?"
Tiana Thorne licked her lips: "Miss Boyce, are you ordering me, or are you requesting me?"
Jeff Lee didn't know the backstory, seeing Tiana Thorne's seemingly sweet smile, but her eyes were full of contempt, lacking any respect.
Gwen Boyce, a rare female artist in the entertainment circle, is now treated like this by Tiana Thorne, who doesn't know her limits.
Frowning, he spoke for Gwen Boyce, his voice becoming colder: "Miss Thorne, don't push it."
Tiana Thorne leaned back lazily, a captivating look in her eyes: "Don't rush, Jeff, I'm still being polite now~"
