"What am I even doing here?" an exceptionally beautiful woman muttered under her breath. She was of Chinese heritage, standing a petite five feet tall, with a delicate frame and C-cup breasts.
While her figure might have been modest compared to what someone like Ross was accustomed to, it didn't mean she was lacking—not in the slightest.
Her slender, alluring body turned the heads of nearly every man in the club.
She wasn't here by choice, though. Her husband had pressured her into coming, and now she found herself in an uncomfortable situation.
"Hello there, beautiful. Can I offer you a drink?" A handsome man approached her with a charming smile.
She looked up at him and sighed inwardly. This was probably the twelfth man who had tried his luck with her tonight. Despite her discomfort, she maintained her politeness.
"I'm sorry. I'm waiting for someone. But thanks," she lied, her voice calm but firm. She took another sip of her orange juice, nursing it slowly.
