The unique warmth of a man's body transmitted from the wrist, along with the oppressive scent of masculine hormones. The maid's ears flushed red involuntarily, and her heart began to pound intensely.
Just as she was filled with anticipation, a man's cold and ruthless voice suddenly came from above her head, "Has the Habsden Family run out of people? Getting such an ugly woman to use a honey trap?"
Run out of people.
Such an ugly woman.
The sharp critique made the maid, whose heart was pounding just moments ago, turn alternately pale and flushed.
After all, she was a celebrated social butterfly in the circles, using her pure looks and devilish figure to conquer many second-generation heirs and tycoons.
It was the first time in her life that a man had unhesitatingly called her ugly!
And she could tell that he genuinely found her ugly!
He wasn't deliberately saying she was ugly to insult her.
But this kind of insult was even more humiliating than an intentional insult!
