Chapter 513

Queenie was furious. "What do you mean by that?!"

If he didn't intend to have her, why make her strip? She had undressed completely, and he had seen everything before dismissing her—wasn't that like mocking her, like she’s a clown in a circus?

"Because your breasts are sagging." Frederick looked her up and down, and said sincerely, "Compared to Ms. York and Ms. Smith, you're way off. How tacky! And you want me to touch you? No way."

"You're messing with me!" Queenie was stunned, but she immediately trembled with cold anger. "Do you know who you're rejecting? A celebrity who came to you willingly! You uncultured bumpkin! You can't even appreciate an opportunity!"

Frederick sneered, "Do you think I'm like those sugar daddies and men who think with their lower parts?"

With that, he swiftly retrieved a small camera from her jacket.

Queenie was instantly ashen-faced.

"There are at least seven or eight of these on you," Frederick chuckled. "Will you voluntarily confess, or...should I