Chapter 38

"What are you doing?" Heather took a step back, staring coldly at Joseph. He didn't look embarrassed at all. In fact, he acted as if nothing had happened. "I'm just offering you a toast. Is this your level of grace? Come on, let's have a drink." As he spoke, he reached for her again. Not far away, Devon stood among the lively crowd, but the corner of his eye never left Heather. He had personally pushed her into this trap, watching calmly as she struggled, watching her panic. A flower raised in a greenhouse would only learn gratitude after being scorched by the sun. "Heather, as long as you lower your head and beg me, I'll save you," he thought to himself. Heather instinctively turned her head and met Devon's amused expression. In that instant, she understood. It was another of his disgusting little games of "begging for help", pushing her toward a pervert just to force her to plead and compromise. Then she would do the opposite. She would not give him what he wanted. "Mr. Gr