Chapter 6: The Stubborn Woman
Under the intense and direct gaze of the crowd, Sam Chapman had an eager look.
Sophie Smith's snow-white, tender skin bore several conspicuous red marks from Sam Chapman's torment, tears unstoppable. She had never been humiliated like this before.
She looked up at the man sitting on the sofa, dressed impeccably, so calm and leisurely sipping the wine in his glass, as if none of this was related to him.
She would rather die than endure such humiliation again.
She struggled to break free, stood up, and retreated to the corner of the wall, her gaze desperate and cold.
"Don't come closer!" She shouted angrily at Sam Chapman.
Asher Land raised an eyebrow, curious to see what tricks she might still pull.
"Take one more step, and I'll die right in front of you! You bastards!"
Her body trembled, her eyes reddened, no one could underestimate her right to defend her dignity. She refused to be toyed with like a rag doll.