"Sophie, you!" Isabella Yates seemed quite upset by her words, biting her lip tightly, her face flushed with anger.
Sophie Smith completely ignored Isabella Yates' urge to strangle her, leisurely turned around, and walked toward Asher Land's private room.
Isabella Yates had no choice but to follow along.
Sophie Smith pushed open the door to the private room, and a strong smell of smoke hit her nose. She instinctively frowned but still walked over to Asher Land's side.
Seeing her return, Asher Land's mood improved significantly, pulling her onto his lap to sit down.
"Where did you go?" His large hand slid over her cheek, and he didn't shy away from being intimate with her in public.
Sophie Smith was about to resist, but feared hurting his injured hand, so she held back and didn't make any large movements.
