Chapter 342

Emma James shook her head. "Wrong again. Try another guess." "His hands?" Cassandra Taylor blurted out casually. "Think dirtier," Emma whispered with a sly grin. "I give up," Cassandra sighed, clearly uninterested. She was never the type who got all excited over a guy, even if it was Emma's celebrity crush. "Down there," Emma pointed at the foreign male singer strutting on the runway in tight jeans. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she leaned closer to Cassandra and whispered something. "..." Cassandra followed her gaze, froze for a second, and quickly turned away, her cheeks flushing pink. Too much information! "Miss James, if you end up corrupting little Cassie here, someone’s definitely going to make you pay for it," came Gavin Night's voice from out of nowhere. He flicked Emma on the forehead with a mock sternness. "Save the concern, Mr. Night. Our Cassie here’s pure-hearted enough to stay clean even if she rolls in mud." Emma snorted, scanning Gavin from head to toe with a cheek