"Damn, Sis! You’re dressed pretty bold tonight. Never been with a dancer before—Mr. Whytton, you sure are lucky!" Someone else chimed in with a smirk.
"She might be fun, but only after the boss is done with her!" The first guy shrugged. "Relax, I wouldn’t dare. I’m just jealous, that’s all. I’ve seen plenty of flirty women before, but I’ve never seen one this wild!"
Victor ran his hand along my stiffened back, murmuring in a low voice, "They’re just spoiled brats who don’t know proper manners."
He added, "Don’t take it to heart, okay?"
I felt no comfort from Victor's words. Only a suffocating tightness in my chest, nausea rising in my throat.
Abigail, dressed in a puffy short skirt, approached with an apologetic look, offering me a cup of ginger jujube tea.
“Sis, I cried all night over this. You’re my idol—how could I ever play with your life like that? Please forgive me, okay? As for the mystery box…”
She effortlessly changed the subject, slipping a stack of photo cards into my bag.
“People online are saying the woman in the photos is you, but I don’t believe it. After all, my brother has never been into… things like that.”