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.

terrified. She was weak as an ant in the presence of Jasper's masculinity. It felt as if he could crush her to death at any

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

notice Willow's thighs with

irritation and frowned.

lost the man's support, Willow lost her balance and staggered backward. She tried hard to

and red wine she had been clutching onto fell to the ground as

smashed onto the marble floor. The glass bottles shattered into pieces,

as well. Her jaw dropped in shock, and she didn't even care about the aching pain in

position to stare at the mess. She grabbed her hair and cried in distress, "No! My wine! Sob..."

afford it even if she sold

to earn money,

were reducing, but her debt

at home, and she needed the money to buy milk powder

thousand dollars and the pressure that

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