Doted by Many: I became the Top-Tier Celebrity!-Chapter 87: Do You Have the Right to Refuse?
The two men assessed her, the air of seriousness spreading, as if checking whether her purpose was simple.
Tiana Thorne glanced around, this feeling didn’t look like she was here to drink...
"What’s the matter?"
A lazy yet bandit-like voice sounded from inside.
The bodyguard nodded: "The lady delivering the wine has arrived."
It seemed the bodyguard lived a restrained life, not recognizing her as the trending celebrity.
Thus, Tiana Thorne smoothly walked in.
She placed the wine on the table, then opened the bottle, remaining silent, without raising her head to look at Jameson Shaw.
At this moment, a corpulent man spoke: "Third Master, isn’t this business you’re discussing a bit too insincere?"
Jameson Shaw puffed smoke rings, his smile carrying a hint of banditry, yet deep inside, was endless coldness: "Bring all the girls in."
With those words, the door opened once more.
About ten scantily dressed women walked in, forming a line.
Tiana Thorne was just about to walk out when the corpulent man called her: "This chick is good, get over there and stand."
Tiana Thorne’s eyes turned cold, yet she listened to him, moved to the back, standing at the last position.
"Knowing President York has always loved beauties, today, all the attractive ones are here, choose freely."
Jameson Shaw’s voice was slightly hoarse.
Taking advantage of their conversation, Tiana Thorne finally raised her eyes, assessing Jameson Shaw who was lounging lazily on the sofa.
This glance surprised her a bit.
Jameson Shaw was the type of classically handsome man, yet without any sense of gentility, his brows instead had a hint of fierceness.
He flicked his cigarette, his eyes even more vicious.
"In that case, I won’t stand on ceremony." Martin York spoke, and then looked over.
Just in time, he saw Tiana Thorne assessing Jameson Shaw.
Damn.
Dressing so pure for an occasion like this, courting death.
"You."
He extended his hand, pointing at Tiana Thorne.
Instantly, Tiana Thorne sensed a dangerous aura, showing a flustered expression.
The other women looked over, and upon realizing it was her, they were stunned.
"Isn’t that Tiana Thorne?"
"How did she become a hostess?"
"Can’t believe it, or does she just look like her?"
Suddenly, there were whispers.
Jameson Shaw’s fingers paused lightly over the cigarette, yet he didn’t look over.
Tiana Thorne.
The ruthlessness in his eyes grew deeper.
Martin York was a rough man, still uninterested in entertainment news, and continued not recognizing Tiana Thorne.
He spat out foam: "Damn it, talking to you, get your ass over here."
Tiana Thorne stepped forward, pretending to be flustered and scared: "I’m just helping my friend deliver wine, sir, if you’re looking for a girl to accompany you, you shouldn’t pick me."
The more she acted like this, the more it provoked Martin York’s anger.
He grabbed the wine and smashed it on the ground.
With a crash, frightening the girls, leaving them looking terrified, watching Tiana Thorne.
Tiana Thorne turned around, ready to walk out directly.
"Bitch, don’t you dare find out who I am, do you have the right to refuse here?"
With that, Martin York walked over, grabbed Tiana Thorne’s shoulder: "Get over here and take off your clothes."
Tiana Thorne smiled coldly in her heart, indeed, people like him were easily provoked.
Just as expected, she achieved her intended purpose.
She looked at Jameson Shaw, who was lounging on the sofa, as if all this had nothing to do with him, smoking and puffing smoke rings.
