Chapter 330 Emelie Was a Dish Too

Colt was surprised. "Ms. Hoven can dance?" Justina smiled charmingly. "Yes, and it's a classical dance at that. She became the dream girl of half the boys at her school after one performance at the school festival. Her desk was overflowing with love letters. "Ms. Hoven has never lacked male attention. She knows what men like. Otherwise, she wouldn't be doing so well." She glanced at the table, which only had wine bottles on it. "Since the food hasn't been served yet, Ms. Hoven, why don't you use the table as your stage and dance for us?" Emelie's companions looked visibly uncomfortable. This wasn't just making things difficult for Emelie. It was outright humiliation. To suggest she dance on the table was tantamount to saying Emelie was a dish to be tasted at their leisure. This was outrageous. They had encountered partners who tried to take advantage of them during business negotiations, but with Swanson Corporation backing them, those people usually didn't go too far. Who would