Jessica looked up, hearing what James had said. She stared into his crystal eyes while he looked down at her indifferently and calmly.

But somehow, Jessica felt this man spun her world. She turned dizzy when she was around him.

James repeated, "You spoiled my shoes. Now wipe them clean."

Jessica could hear the smirks other girls made. They said, "Look, Mr. Moore is insulting that woman!"

Another responded, "She deserves it! It's a great satisfaction to see her get punished! She isn't worth seducing Mr. Moore in that way!"

Jessica's calm look turned pale. One second passed, and two, and three... She slowly bent over as others were laughing at her. Her fair hands reached out with the napkin clenched. She clung to it tightly.

It has been a long time since Jessica was on such an occasion. She was overwhelmed and lost.

Tears were gathered in her eye sockets, which reddened her fair skins. She reached out to wipe James's shiny leather shoes with one hand.

Jessica didn't know how long time passed until she thought the shoes were clean, though they weren't dirty, to begin with.

Jessica stood up and said, "I've wiped the shoes clean."Then she turned around to leave.

As James watched Jessica's well-built figure, his look got deeper and deeper as if soaked in ink. One couldn't reach the bottom of it.

Suddenly, music was played in the room. Mr. Winter got up and grabbed Jessica, who was about to step aside. He said, "Hey, let's dance together."

Mr. Winter was almost as high as Jessica and was a greasy man. He leered at Jessica and put his fat hands around her waist, rubbing it up and down.

Jessica shrunk herself as hard as she could to avoid contact with Mr. Winter. This place was crowded, and she wanted to leave so much.

Jessica was so fluttered in such a noisy and crowded environment.

Jessica wriggled around to decline Mr. Winter, saying, "Sir, may I not dance?"

Erin Darling only told Jessica to come over and drink with Mr. Winter. She mentioned nothing about dancing. Mr. Winter was too disgusting.

Mr. Winter approached Jessica with a greasy face, "Of course you may not. Why don't you drop the act since you are a working girl? Why don't we..."

Then Mr. Winter rubbed the lower part of his body against Jessica. She was in such a shock that she shoved him. But she didn't apply too much force because what had happened to Mamai scarred her.

But Mr. Winter didn't leave Jessica alone. He squeezed her wrist with fat hands. He smiled like his face squirted oil at any time.

Jessica didn't know what to do and stepped him on his feet. She wore high heels, and it hurt so much that Mr. Winter gasped.

Jessica agitated Mr. Winter, and he threw her on the ground. He roared, "Fine. You may not dance with me. Go over there and do the pole dance for us!"

Jessica answered, "I don't know how."

Mr. Winter said, "I was told you are best at it. If you want to get the stone, get over there and start dancing! Hurry up!"

Jessica's high heels click-clacked as she walked on the shiny marble floor. The sound was too incredible that some men were so thrilled to hear it. They could hardly control their lower body part.

It quieted down. Jessica came to overstep after step. She bit her lips to put up with the bullying. As the old Chinese saying goes, honest men are always bullied. Jessica felt that anybody present could be mean to her.

Jessica lifted up her fair fingers to unbutton the black coat.

Splash! She tossed it among the crowd, and it fell on one man's head.

Everyone gasped. Jessica wore a strapless black top and a long red skirt. Her fair skins were delicate, tender, and glowing. She twisted her waist as her hair swayed while she was dancing. She was a born dancer.

Jessica walked to the center of the bright stage. A thin and long silk ribbon hung down from above. Jessica twisted one of her feet with high heels and clung to it...

Jessica walked up to the center of the stage, where all lights shined on. There was a thin silk ribbon hanging down from above. Jessica entwined it with one fair foot on high heels...

Jessica entwined the silk ribbon with one fair foot, and her curvy figure swayed as it. Her red-dress turned into a bright blossoming flower...

Gosh!

Everyone present gasped.

Jessica treated the silk ribbon as the dancing pool. Her body was so flexible and tough to turn, leap, and dance...

This dance was incredible and breath-taking.

Even women who are born to be jealous were impressed and astounded.

A gorgeous woman must be someone like Jessica.

Everyone's attention was brought up as Jessica's incredible figure moved up slowly. They all looked up since Jessica danced above their heads.

Upon the ceiling was the bright crystal chandelier. Jessica's figure was as bright and shiny as the sun and moon.

At that second, all the beauty in the world was outshined.

Guys started talking crazily, and women were so jealous that they turned red.

The intention was to humiliate Jessica in public. Who could have thought she impressed all because of a dance?

They were all women but they were so different.

One man approached Mr. Winter, saying, "Who knows she's so good at dancing. I wonder what price she asks because I'd like to take her out to dinner."

Mr. Winter responded, "She's a gift from Miss Erin Darling. If you don't mind, join us."

The man laughed, saying, "Okay. I always know you're a generous man, Mr. Winter."

James Moore stared at Jessica's back for seconds and withdrew his look plainly. His look didn't change much on that handsome face. But one could tell he was familiar to Jessica from his inky and crystal pupils. He moved his lips and said, "Fuck off!"

Mr. Winter and the other man were planning a threesome with Jessica with disgusting looks. They suddenly froze because of James's yelling. They had such horror feeling James's glare was from satan.

They said, "Fine. We're leaving now!"

Mr. Winter left first. The other man froze for a while and left too.

James put one hand in his trouser pocket and sat on the couch. The bright light shined on the side of his face. Yet his look was so dark and deep that one could not possibly tell.

All he could think of was how Jessica danced.

James's look was slightly dangerous. He stood up at last.

Outside the banquet hall, the bystanders walking all stepped back and watched James in terror.

James came out for some fresh air. He wore a black overcoat and a black shirt. At night, the cold wind blew over, and his overcoat rustled.

James looked dark and wilful.

A few men in black followed James. There were bulges around their waists because they were carrying guns.

All the bystanders lowered their heads in fear.

James walked straight past the lawn. In a remote corner, standing on the lawn was a man. He had his back at James and took off the pants. He was giving himself a handy job holding a coat. He kept swearing, "Fuck, when I have money, I'll cripple that bitch!"

A moment earlier, Jessica took off her coat while dancing. She tossed it, and it fell on Mr. Winter's head.

He watched the dance and smelled the perfume from Jessica's coat. And he couldn't help getting aroused.

James paused and gave a dangerous look instantly with his inky pupils.

He turned around and was behind Mr. Winter.

He reached out to tap Mr. Winter on his shoulder.

Mr. Winter was very annoyed since someone interrupted what he was doing. He turned around, swearing, "Who the fuck is it? Ah, Mr. Moore..."

James slowly smiled. His inky pupils looked murderously red. But he said calmly, "How about I cripple you first?"