Eva Nightingale's chest was still damp.
The dress was a wet vintage style, high-class and elegant, not made of thin fabric, so the wet clothes didn't reveal anything.
"Our Miss was hit and had coffee splashed on her, Miss Eva Nightingale, you can't leave."
Saying this, four or five bodyguards stepped forward, directly blocking the path of the two.
Albert Kingsley, that good-for-nothing, was watching the scene with an amused look, mocking himself a bit.
"Carla Carr, Eva Nightingale. You two ladies speak up, and today I might generously go get you some reinforcements?!"
"How about it?"
"I'll give you a minute to consider..."
"This deal, you're not at a loss at all!"
Albert Kingsley seemingly didn't know the consequence of flirting with his master's woman.
To be honest, both Eva Nightingale and Carla Carr were beauties with their own uniqueness, both women of extremely high caliber, and he couldn't possibly reach them.
