My Four Miraculous Treasures

Chapter 53

To think he would actually hold her up.

By 'hold', Willow didn't mean this.

Mr. Hughes probably didn't learn his language well so he couldn't understand what she meant.

Willow was lifted to the point where her heels had left the ground, so she had to stand on tiptoes. Her other arm was grasping her tray tightly in fear of the red wine shattering to the ground. Those were worth twenty thousand dollars.

Held in her hand was twenty-thousand dollars worth of red wine. Standing before her was a man's icy expression with a blizzard raging behind his dark eyes, threatening to freeze her whole being. Willow's chest tightened under the pressure and she panicked.

Her eyelashes were quivering as she blinked nervously. She urged in a weak voice, "Mr. Hughes, calm down. Please put me down. I can't breathe..."

She was wearing a tight-fitted V-neck dress. His fist was pressing against her throat when he lifted her by the collar, and his knuckles were obstructing her breathing.

Her throat was hurting while she suffocated.

was weak as an ant in the presence of Jasper's masculinity. It felt as

suffocation, and further down, her thighs were about to be exposed as a result of him lifting her up by her short dress. The other three men in the room were watching them

notice Willow's thighs with the way they were

spark of irritation and

hard to balance herself, but it didn't work. She fell to

red wine she had been

The glass bottles shattered into pieces, and the red liquid splattered

and she didn't even care about the aching pain in her butt. The floor was

got up into a kneeling position to stare at the mess. She grabbed her hair and cried in distress, "No! My wine! Sob..." She had burst into

thousand. She couldn't afford it

was here to earn money,

wages were reducing, but her debt was

feed at home, and she needed the money to

was, twenty thousand dollars and the pressure that came