He thought of something and smiled meaningfully.
"If this gets recorded, do you think...the person behind you would be so angry as to spit blood when they see it?"
Cora Lowell's eyes flickered slightly.
She did not panic because of his words.
Instead, she quickly weighed the situation in her mind, judging his true intentions.
Before she finished thinking, Hayden Croft was not satisfied with just talking and leaned closer.
At this moment, a pale little foot suddenly pressed against his chest.
His movement paused; his body was forcibly pushed backward, and the smug look on his face instantly froze.
The tip of his nose was filled with her faint fragrance, as cool and elegant as an orchid.
"Mr. Croft, aren't you afraid...of losing your mask?"
In the eyes of outsiders, both Hayden Croft and Tristan Lowell were respectable individuals.
Dressed in suits, they spoke gracefully and acted appropriately.
