Humiliation（1）

Since he was just watching from the sidelines, she didn't need to let him off the hook.

As soon as the words were spoken, the entire room fell silent.

Everyone turned to look at John, as if by common consent.

John suddenly sat up straight, his handsome and chiseled face bathed in light. His eyebrows, which slanted into his temples, took on a hint of sharpness. Apart from Kevin and Mark, everyone else present averted their gaze, studying the explosive news they had just heard.

"Oh? Unfortunately, women who didn't keep to their moral standards in ancient times were either beaten to death with a stick or drowned in a river. How do you want to die?"

His tone was cold, filled with fierce resentment and murderous intent, as if he really wanted to kill her.

Jane's lips curved mockingly, her gaze sweeping from his face to Mark and Kevin. In her mind, she could see the way Mrs. Land had acted superior and haughty. These people, she thought, had clearly killed her already.

"My life is mine, not yours." She gritted her teeth, almost spitting out the words from her chest.

John sneered, "Women like you, others will only say you're sour grapes."

"That's right, Jane, you've gone too far this time. How could you say that about Mr. John? Although you've been married to him for more than four years, he's only touched you once. Is this something worth boasting about?" Alice Garcia seized the opportunity to interject.

She had spent a lot of money to extract this information from one of John's fired servants.

Anyone who heard about this would think that Jane was not favored and was a pitiful woman.

But Jane was clear-headed. She knew Alice Garcia was trying to humiliate her.

She imitated John's tone and sneered, "He's too insecure, doesn't he understand the art of hiding one's talents?"

Alice Garcia was caught off guard by her half-serious, half-joking words. After all, she had never tried it herself. She turned to look at John, who sat up straight, his strong and powerful body wrapped in black trousers, his sturdy legs emitting a faint scent of hormones. The pure masculine aura was enough to make any woman fall for him.

She didn't believe that a man with this kind of aura would be lacking in that department.

By saying this, Jane was diverting everyone's attention, allowing her to escape from her predicament.

"Jane, I remember you're not only good at singing but also an excellent dancer. Why don't you dance for us?" With this suggestion, everyone's attention was brought back.

The man who had been slapped earlier stood up and walked up to Jane. "Dance for me. If I'm satisfied, I won't hit you."

He touched his half-face, his eyes flashing with hatred.

So what if she was John's ex-wife?

Judging from John's attitude, he obviously wouldn't protect her. Wasn't she at his mercy?

Jane had been holding back for a while, but now she couldn't hold it anymore and began coughing violently. The man who was waiting for her to dance impatiently pushed her, "Come on, why aren't you dancing?"

She retched and aimed directly at John.

John's face turned green with disgust. "Take her to the bathroom."

He said it to Alice Garcia, but she just sat there and watched the man who had been drooling over Jane. Seeing that the man was willing, he immediately pulled Jane towards the bathroom.