Third Young Master Jun's thin lips curved into a disdainful smile, arrogantly tilting his head back, leaning against the chair, looking down upon her with a disgusted gaze.
"I'm telling you, the last thing Jun Huang finds sickening is a woman like you, you're not even worthy to shine my shoes!"
Yiren's beautiful face flushed red with humiliation and anger, her whole body stiffened, staring in disbelief at the man whose voice was gentle, yet could utter the most vicious, self-esteem crushing words in the world.
She was shaking uncontrollably, a surge of hatred instantly born in her heart.
She vowed to make him regret, deeply regret humiliating her like this today.
"Third Young Master Jun, you've gone too far—" Ivanov's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, so angry he could hardly breathe, his plump body trembling all over.
