Chapter 472

James's eyes widened, and his face soon contorted and flushed in anger. "Erin Gooding! What do you think you're doing?!" Erin was sitting on a chair nearby, leisurely eating some Shine Muscat while glancing at him sideways. "What's all the fuss for? It's just your clothes. You still have your underwear on, but don't expect it to stay that way if you don't cooperate." James was speechless. What was she playing at?! "Let me go right now!" he snapped. Erin, however, was not afraid at all, and allowed him to fume as much as he wanted, even blinking her eyes innocently at him. "You're all tied up. I can leave you here to starve you to death, but you're still ordering me around? Are you really sober?" James could not say anything against that. He did not want to admit it, but it was harsh reality. As such, he restrained himself and flashed a fawning smile, "Erin, darling? Seeing that I'm a good friend of your brother, could you show your magnanimity and let me go?" "Sure." Erin