"Take Miss Black into the room, tidy her up and let her come out."

However, Benson’s cold, trembling words came from behind.

Katrina stopped her hand abruptly and turned her head, aggrieved.

"Benson."

Benson took the snow-white handkerchief, wiped the dirt on his sleeve with disgust, and walked away with a black face.

This was a banquet, not a playground, for these two women to play.

Katrina was dumbfounded, the fire in her heart had burned to her throat, and she stepped out of the lively banquet hall with heavy steps.

Lynn glanced at the backs of the two of them, was surprised for a moment, and scratched her cheeks....