Raised the glass slightly as a gesture, then tilted her head back and drank it all in one go.
"Refreshing!" Angus also drank in one go, and after putting down the glass, he held her tighter, "What's your beautiful name?"
The man's hands were already getting restless, roaming over her waist.
Crossley Gibson frowned slightly, feeling more repulsed, thinking this foreigner's Chinese was quite good, even using the term "beautiful name."
"Crossley Gibson." She patiently endured, her eyes scanning the room. The three Black bodyguards stood there, staring forward, looking serious.
There were also a few Chinese investors, with women on both sides, indulging in a scene of debauchery and luxury.
She sneered coldly without a trace, and when the man's hand tried to slip under her shirt, she suddenly stood up.
Angus was taken aback, looking at her puzzled, "What's wrong?"
