Chapter 21

Ashley was just about to say no when a low voice rang out: "Good wine suits a beauty, it wouldn't be a shame to let her drink it."

It's Milan.

Ashley's eyelids drooped, hiding the pain under her eyes.

'Milan, how much do you want to humiliate me before you forgive me?'

“You say she's not a beauty?” Gregory was a little skeptical: "I don't believe it. How can there be bad people at Paradise Club?"

Having finished speaking, he carefully observed Ashley's face. There was no way to see it because Ashley's face was covered with a thick layer of clown makeup, hiding her true appearance.

“Don't believe it?" Milan's thin lips curled faintly, her eyes lazily falling on Ashley's face. "Go wash your face." Disdainful but lazy, also... very indifferent.

Ashley was kneeling and had to stand up...

“Crawl away,” Gregory said from the side.

Her face turned even whiter, and Ashley's hand was held tightly to the ground... She couldn't hold it. Ashley. What is this? Is this comparable to three years in