As the elevator slowly ascended, Mina Bell eyed her from the corner of her eyes. Zoe Bell was tall and had long legs, and because of her dancing background, she stood straight and tall with an impeccable posture.
Someone like her, even if she wore a piece of rag, would look good.
"Cough—" Mina Bell coughed, the place on her face where she had plastic surgery was inflamed, but it looked alright after the swelling went down.
Zoe Bell completely ignored her.
"Brother, why is there a smell in this elevator, huh?"
"What?" Ruben Fletcher was taken aback, "Where is there a smell, is it not the scent of your perfume?"
Mina Bell glared at him, "What perfume smell, that's the smell of a vixen."
Ruben Fletcher was dumbfounded.
However, Mina Bell hummed lightly, "Some people pretend to be lofty, but their skills in seducing men are quite formidable. That Brandon Stone used to hover around her ass and now there's Mr. Hale."