“You're blaming me?" Valeria appeared hurt, burping as she was halted by another bodyguard.

Temporarily ignoring Valeria, the middle-aged man approached Rosalynn and yanked her hair.

As he gazed at her striking face, he felt a twisted attraction.

“You're quite impressive and gorgeous. I'll have fun with both of you today."

Rosalynn's head was wrenched upward, the man's alcoholic breath washing over her. Her expression hardened.