Chapter 42 women are just liquid currency.

Porter White looked at Robert Frost almost subconsciously, but Robert Frost's face was still light, as if he saw only a stranger. He was right. So what if Margaret Henson managed to climb the bed? In their world, women are just floating currency. "Yeah, for a change. Penny's been good lately." As he spoke, he reached out and tried to pinch Margaret Henson's chin, pretending to be intimate. Margaret Henson grabbed his wrist and smiled up at him, "Mr.". White, I forgot to tell you, I have a husband, accompany this kind of thing, or forget it. There are many people at this table, and it is not too much to say that it is the most concerned in the audience. Because Robert Frost is here, and besides him, Neo Prince. Both of them are the top figures in the Los Angeles elite circle, and Robert Frost has always been like a money boy. He doesn't like to gamble, and most of the time he is pulle