How could Florienna Ellis possibly be satisfied now?
In terms of looks and figure, she believed she was not inferior to Charlotte Thompson at all.
In Florienna's eyes, Justin Battleson was exactly the type who would like her.
Florienna thought no man could resist the temptation of beauty.
All men are fickle.
Yet, Justin Battleson standing before her had shown no reaction just now.
Justin's face was now clouded with a gloomy expression.
What kind of lunatic was this woman, and how could Michael Richard let her in?
"Mr. Battleson, I can give you whatever you want, I've always liked you, I want to be your woman," she said.
As Florienna spoke, her speech grew more manic; her face took on an obsessed hue, and the hand that was originally clutching Justin's trouser leg started to inappropriately move upwards.
And her other hand had begun to pull at the straps of her own short dress.
Even such a tempting Florienna was now seen as garbage in Justin's eyes.
