Helen was so furious that her chest almost burst open.
She already knew about Barton's scheme in advance, but for this scoundrel to shamelessly humiliate her face-to-face was something Helen couldn't accept.
Barton's eyes unreservedly examined Helen's vital areas, drooling like a genuine old wolf.
When Helen was with Yang Fei, he would also look at her this way, and Helen would feel shy and sweet.
But when it was Barton, she felt extremely disgusted, almost ready to vomit her meal from the previous night.
Helen couldn't help but glance at Yang Fei, casting him a look for help.
Ever since Barton's guards rushed in, Yang Fei seemed extremely panicked, not daring to move by the side.
Helen knew full well that he was acting, yet she still glared at him with feigned anger.
Following Helen's eye motion, Barton noticed Yang Fei's presence.
His cold eyes glanced at Yang Fei, seeing him shaking like a quivering quail, he sneered disdainfully.
