"Hmm... Ah..."
Indecent sounds began to fill the air.
Although the key points in the video were blurred out with a mosaic, one could still make out the general idea.
Anna Jadwin was shocked to find out that it was not pretense but real action.
From the girl's expression, the mix of pleasure and pain, it was obvious that it was genuine.
Anna Jadwin grabbed Wayne Bailey's jaw, "You had someone force themselves on her!?"
"...It was her choice."
"How could it be her choice? She likes Charles Harrington!"
The corners of Wayne Bailey's lips curved slightly, "She's notorious in Antabury; even surviving is a question. I offered her a sum of money and arranged for her to go abroad. She's still young; going overseas to study, isn't my arrangement generous enough?"
To begin with, she was a woman of no consequence to him, and he need not have bothered at all.
He knew Anna Jadwin would object—