"Mr.Seven, I've treated you well tonight, haven't I? Not only did I find you such a fine woman to play with, I even gave you five million. Isn't this both wealth and pleasure?" Emma lifted her glass of red wine, her smile tinged with wickedness.
"Well, Miss Miler, you've outdone yourself this time. Rest assured, I won't disappoint your expectations." The man's grin was dark and sinister.
"Good. Then I'll take my turn." Emma gave a small laugh, rose to her feet, and headed in that direction.
This "Mr.Seven" was a man of extreme perversion, brutal and vicious whenever he toyed with women. Tonight, even if Claire survived, she would be stripped to the bone.
Hmph, Claire, tonight you'd better enjoy it well!
Her fingers tightened around the small bottle of pills in her hand.
"Bravo, bravo!" As the waltz ended, the hall erupted into thunderous applause.
The competitions continued with pairs stepping into the dance one after another.
