Chapter 9: Are You Satisfied With What You’re Seeing?

"Of course not."

Samantha's fair cheeks suddenly reddened, and her gaze was bashful as she said, "It's just that…that I like to get a little wilder. If there's any noise, and they barge in midway, won't they ruin our mood?"

Get a little wilder…

When he heard those few words, Mason felt his blood boiling and he lost his rationality. Next, he immediately ordered his subordinates, "No matter what noises you'll hear later, you're not allowed to come in and interrupt us!"

The subordinates answered, "Understood, Mr. Godfrey!"

As soon as the door closed, Samantha locked the door, turned around, and looked at Mason.

Mason excitedly rushed toward her. "Pretty little thing, hurry up!"

Samantha stood unmoved, nor did she dodge him, but just waiting for him to get closer to her. Then, she slammed the bottle of wine she had been holding on his head and accurately stabbed his wound.

"Ahhh!" Mason wailed in pain.