She lifted her eyes to look at Baron Stuart, suppressing her inner anger. Her tone was calm yet tinged with the bitter pain. "Is this the privilege of you rich people? Is stepping on others' pain your right?!"
In the end, Emily Walker could not help but yell out, her body trembling slightly with anger.
Looking at the mandarin duck stone hanging at his collar, she spoke again, "Can you give me back my stuff?"
Seeing the tears she was trying to hold back in her eyes, Baron Stuart felt a sudden pang in his heart. He did not want to step on her unspeakable pain.
However, for some reason, deep down, he just felt he wanted to have more interaction with the woman before him.
Looking into her furious eyes, Baron Stuart stood up. His towering figure stood dominantly in front of Emily Walker.
Few seconds later, Baron Stuart slowly leaned down. At the same time, he stretched out both hands to hold the back of Emily's head. Without any warning, his sexy thin lips covered hers...