Xavier Warren suddenly stopped in his tracks as if by reflex.
This movement made Glen Warren's brows furrow slightly; it seemed Xavier Warren cared quite a bit about Nora Harrow.
He sneered insidiously, "So this is the one you keep at home. Not as vibrant as your lover, but her skin... it's pretty nice."
As he spoke, he reached out to touch Nora Harrow, who immediately turned her head away.
Meanwhile, Xavier Warren almost wished he could chop off Glen Warren's hand.
"What, can't bear it? Then how about this..." Glen Warren said, placing his hand on Eleanor Whittaker's face, "I can't believe you have such good fortune with women."
As he said this, his eyes carried an intense aggressiveness, wandering restlessly over Nora Harrow's body.
"I really regret it, why didn't I make them common prostitutes earlier? I'd like to see if you'd still want them then." Glen Warren laughed more obscenely. "Or maybe we try it now."
