"So you're saying I have a chance too. Look at me, Mr. Shaw, I smell better than those nightclub women."
"Upstairs, you're coming out in broad daylight. Is it because no man is choosing you?"
"Which man doesn't seek pleasure? Besides, Mr. Shaw is a domineering CEO. If Tiana Thorne wants to keep climbing up to him, she'll have to endure it."
"If Mr. Shaw really broke up with her, she'd likely be stomped flat by people in the circle."
"Isn't she supposed to be a fortune-telling master? Did she foresee that her bold announcement would end in humiliation?"
Aiden Shaw glanced sideways at her and asked, "What are you looking at?"
Tiana Thorne curled her red lips, her foxy eyes carrying a hint of nonchalance: "Oh, just watching a bunch of little bitches eat lemons~"
Aiden Shaw slightly furrowed his brows, unclear of the meaning.
Tiana handed her phone to him: "Here, take a look."
Ding dong—
Suddenly, a text message popped up.
