Sophie Smith's body couldn't stop trembling.
It turns out the fact that she is Asher Land's mistress has gradually spread in this upper-class circle, and she thought she had hidden it so well.
How ridiculous! How pathetic!
"So what if she's Asher Land's woman? He'll get bored one day, and then I'll have my turn to play..."
"Oh, you mean you don't mind playing with second-hand goods?"
"So what if it's second-hand? That woman is pretty fresh, and besides, she's Asher Land's woman. Honestly, I want to know what Asher Land's woman tastes like..."
"Haha, at the very least, she's got some skills in bed!"
"..."
Those filthy words entered her ears word by word, her chest heaving violently, an unrestrained and merciless humiliation!
Asher Land frowned, his fists clenched tightly. It looked like everyone was impatient to live; he was just about to rush out, but she stopped him.
"Doing this will get us caught." Her voice was weak, yet it carried a noticeable tremor.
